A Box of Mother (Sestina) Robert Diamante   I flew to Texas to visit my Mother. She in the living room looking changed. Only two months since my last trip, now a box was there beside her whirling fluid into tubes forcing life into her   failing body. To see her overwhelmed me. My Mother, skin pale

Robert Diamante Gareden Diary Backyard Dive in Denver Botanical Garden

That First Summer (or so)

Misunderstanding your backyard topography is the second biggest sin you can commit when creating a landscape. The first is not having a plan. I was drowning unaware. During the first summer in my new house there were sporadic bursts of life throughout the yard. Large thick leaves

The Beginning

I wish you could have seen the backyard when I first bought the house. Today, I look out at the devastation I have created and wonder, have I gotten anywhere in 17 years? The house is a small cross-peaked New Englander tucked up close to the

North by Northeast

Read ("Blue Eyes" and "The Barren") in North by Northeast: An Anthology of Writers from Maine published by Littoral Books. PURCHASE HERE: NxNE Read a great review of the book on the Littoral Books Press page. Cover art by Judy Allen and book design by Lori Harley, introduction by Alfred DePew Short Fiction by:


  READ "Tekton"   Recently, I visited friends in Amman, Jordan. It was my first trip to the Middle East, and though my experience was quick and largely as a tourist, I had a few magic moments that can only happen when you shed any schedule and open

Why Scarlett Never Really Loved Ashley, Anyway.

Why Scarlett Never Really Loved Ashley, Anyway. by Robert Diamante I go down, I surface, breathe. go down again. A vexing cycle. But not today. Today I choose to swim, So I swim, do not sink into despair. I stay equal with my beloved over there mounted on the bank, who once held out his hand. Reeling in the