Poems

Just published in Poemeleon a journal for poetry. Part of the museum and poetry compilations called “The Plague Papers.” You can read it here: https://poemeleon.me/van-goghs-the-potato-eaters-dianne-mackinnon-henning

In the beginning there was promise.
We lived together in harmony,

Published in: Naugatuck River Review contest issue winter/spring 2019 – issue 21 When the black bearskin hung from the treelike a rug drying on the clothesline, the hunter recounted how he started an incision,cut upward to the head, stopped at the mouth’s corners. From the rear pawsI cut to the elbow, crossed to the chest…

A rooster crowed at the first
strike of light, awaking the stone
child who held her own

https://www.sukoonmag.com/responsive/wp-content/uploads/Sukoon-Mag-Issue-9-W-2018.pdf Mother once told me my wakefulness tookup an entire floor—that’s why I house myself in the woods. Allthe tree knows of cover is moss. All the child in Aleppo knows of cover is run. I can’treconcile what’s happening in the world. Night leavens its darkness, buriedin hypocrisy and vile politicians. There’s a fogcatcher in…

When my husband caught the trapped hummingbird
and freed it from the screened-in porch,
his big hands, a woven bird’s nest,
a few fingers opened into an escape hatch,

I wish I could tell you more about the man
bent over the drawing of his daughters
Sofi and Sonia, how like Saint Bartholomew
in Rembrandt’s painting, the man becomes so intent
that his pencil is now another finger,