I want to believe
That all of the cold dead eyes
Will open again

God will call them one
By one and there will be light
And children will see

As they march again
In the eternal dance of
Daily life and death

They will come to you
But only if you want them
It’s a conundrum

Diane Morinich


In my mind I’m stuck
Back in a time of monsters
With mad gaping maws

Creatures, creep-lovers
Leap down fiery caverns
For lost love or warmth
Searching for the lyrical
Noise of the ancients

Diane Morinich



Hearing colors and
Seeing ocean’s salty roar
A rookie mistake–
Of love transcends black and white
Erupting in red
Until my brown
Eyes cry

summertime; the blues
wail through humid nights; crickets
compete with trumpets

Diane Morinich

Wood Spider

Too tired to move
Staring at wood spider’s web
Intricate doily

Diane Morinich


love is more thicker than forget

love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky

E.E. Cummings, “[love is more thicker than forget]” from Complete Poems 1904-1962, edited by George J. Firmage. Copyright 1926, 1954, 1991 by the Trustees for the E.E. Cummings Trust. Copyright © 1985 by George James Firmage. Reprinted with the permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation.

I will never forget
I will always recall
Nightmares are wet
As I fall and I fail

My dreams are moonly
My love can’t unbe
You were my only
When you sailed out to sea

I thought I would win
When we felt so alive
Love so easy to begin
My love, I forgive

Sun’s no longer sunly
And surely I’ll die
You were my one and only
My diamond in the sky

Diane Morinich

Chasing Dragons

Outliers chasing
Outsider fire dragons
Mostly vague ideas

Slapping and snapping
Their consciousness
Between tokes and smokes

An exclusive club
Open to all who dare to
Enter darkness

No dress codes or haircuts
Allowed in this club; only
High fives are given
Or kisses and love

Where can I join
So many have asked; the
Path to Bohemia is so
long and so dark

Diane Morinich


Darkness pushes through,
Meets the eastern sunrise and
Greets the summer day

Serpentine river
Races with snaky road to
Kiss the edge of town

Getting colder now
River meanders and stops
To take an ice nap

White on white landscapes
Infertile fallow trees crack
Under heavy weight

The sound of winter
Is cold grey silence, naked
Contrast, white on white

Diane Morinich


Here, not here, Mom stares
At me but sees and hears ghosts–
Her handsome soldier

Patient patient Mom
Room must be filled with hidden
Impatient spirits

Cooing and soothing
Promising to envelop
Her indignity

Speaking in tongues she
Doesn’t recognize my voice
Or my face or my tears…..

Diane Morinich


Baby ladies rule
Doing the stroll, doing deeds
Unheard of before

Baby ladies primp
And preen in neon puddles
Left by summer storms

Baby ladies blow
Pink bubblegum fire crackers
While luring their prey

Baby ladies climb
Into childhood beds with
Shredded teddy bears

Baby ladies dream
To be bitches or witches
Or women like mom



Mostly survivors
Our fathers returned from
The last good great war

They built Levittown,
Disneyland, American
Dreams of perfection

TIcky tacky lots
With ticky tacky houses,
Castles in the sky

And we rebelled