• Diana Joy

Hi! I'm here! I know, you thought I had dropped off the face of the Earth. Sometimes that happens to writers. We just stop writing. That doesn't mean we stop being writers. Call it writers block, or letting life's other responsibilities over run our very hearts and souls, or laziness. What ever you want to call it, it really sucks the life out of a writer. All those words and images and ideas just lying inside you like dead animals. Yuck. So, back to work. I have no idea where this will lead me, what I will write about. I just know that if I don't put pen to paper, fingers to keyboard, engage brain and heart and let those animals run free that I will become sadder and more useless with every passing day. The passing of my Dad this past fall has brought mortality much more front of mind for me. We only get this one crazy chance with physical presence on this planet so there's not much sense in being shy about it. I would rather let my life be driven by love than by fear. Here is to a New Year full of new friendships and new adventures! Cheers.

  • Diana Joy

Will you ride a wild blue horse?

Gallop red field

leave purple wake

jump diamond fence

land on lightening

ride it to Orion

I will see your light forever.

Purple hoof beats

on black canvas

sewn to my blue velvet heart

with the carbon thread

of stardust

#NaPoWriMo #day21 #surreal #poetry

  • Diana Joy

My Dad fell …


Mmm hmm, mmm hmm

Yes, that’s right, suite 422

No, he’s not bleeding

Breathing? Yes, but laboured

He can’t …

I don’t know

He can’t get up

Please, we need hel …


Eighty seven

No blood thinners

Leva Dopa Carba Dopa

Yes, Parkinsons


Pacemaker, and a stent

Okay, thank you

Yes, I will stay on the line

I hear them now

They are in the parking lot

Yes, thank you, thank you

#NaPoWriMo #day20 #reallifespeak #poetry