Diana H ForstFuelThe way we lull ourselves to sleep doesn’t always ensure we are granted the greatest dreams we cast ourselves.Jun 6Jun 6
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?May 28May 28
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…Dec 8, 2023Dec 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…Sep 25, 2023Sep 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…Sep 14, 2023Sep 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…Aug 25, 2023Aug 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…Aug 23, 2023Aug 23, 2023
Diana H ForstThe Moon and the LandTempest, sister of five, was a woman of dreams.Aug 10, 2023Aug 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…Aug 9, 2023Aug 9, 2023