Diane Thiel

Some say it like a charmin the face of words heavy as stone,or a riddle of subtle pebbles thrown,each sticking point like a firearm.As if the saying would erase the harm.Raging fire or cold as ice, we’ve knowntoo well where words can send us.Words can cut us to the boneand even end us. . . . . Continue Reading »

We had been pointing out the smallest details,often on the periphery, Icarus falling,nearly invisible, only legs left disappearing into the Aegean.No one in that painting was watching it happen,but here in this one, in the Palazzo in Florence,the figure in the background shielded his eyes from the . . . . Continue Reading »

I was grown before I knew the moonwaxed and waned that way,waxed in a D and waned in a C.Since no one ever showed me,I showed my children, probablyfrom the first time we looked at the night sky. Though you might have known this scientifically,sometimes you have to go to the other side of the . . . . Continue Reading »