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
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:
She Likes Graduations Robert Diamante The girl walks up the aisle. She smiles at everyone who stumbles on her gaze, her thin shoulders are hunched forward beneath the weight of a worn backpack. She is scanning the crowded subway for a place to sit, and her eyes
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
Crows By Robert Diamante I prefer my winter hues maudlin: the poetry flows. I prefer the sky cast gray, lighted by the crows.
The Earnestness of the Plowman Robert Diamante I work hard every spring To redefine the lines between my lawn and the gravel drive, the sidewalk and the median that spans to the curb: lines blurred by the Plowman For every winter, after a long snowfall, The Plowman comes to “knock it all back." And every year I