Diana H ForstFuelThe way we lull ourselves to sleep doesn’t always ensure we are granted the greatest dreams we cast ourselves.1 min read·6 days ago----
Diana H ForstThree Weak, Five FoldWhen illness looks like a healthy human, how can you tell you’re dying until you close your eyes for one last time?3 min read·May 28, 2024----
Diana H ForstThe PotBlood boiled over, and I could taste the coppery red in my mouth, between my pressed lips and sharp fangs as I stared him down. Something…7 min read·Dec 8, 2023----
Diana H ForstEyeful HeatI was spent, somewhere between tomorrow and today, struggling to keep my wits about me. My mind was flirting with some finicky belief about…6 min read·Sep 25, 2023----
Diana H ForstMidnight PourCup to lips, tea spilled over my tongue. Yanking back, I grimaced, seething noisily in the dark of my living room while pouring bits of…5 min read·Sep 14, 2023----
Diana H ForstArcana of Life: The LightniI remember staring down at the ground, tracing my fingers along the little bits of metal that I had shook from the dirt after excavating my…2 min read·Aug 25, 2023----
Diana H ForstLittle Spray Painted Pick-UpI was glad to have my beat up old black first generation truck. If you asked me, it was a classic, and tugging around my tiny little…6 min read·Aug 23, 2023----
Diana H ForstThe Moon and the LandTempest, sister of five, was a woman of dreams.2 min read·Aug 10, 2023----
Diana H ForstNo Roads DivergeI was somewhere between the devil’s hand and the angel’s call, unsettled in my rippling skin and waiting to tear into it to reveal the new…2 min read·Aug 9, 2023----
