As I read I felt that your journal was in an account of deep tragedy until I read the last two lines and discovered that it also contains a bit of glee.

The photo is wonderful with its tattered pages and inked images on the cover. Oh, that I could have such a tone in my possession. Alas, it will never be so. I do have some collections of past drawings and sketches that astound me for my ability back then.

Ron

There’s a beautiful restraint in this piece — a sense that the journal itself becomes a living companion, absorbing what can’t be spoken aloud. I love how you capture the dual nature of writing: the abyss that receives our wounds, and the small, surprising grin that arrives when truth finally settles on the page.



Your lines move with a gentle, unforced clarity. “Bandage for the bleed” and “no mirror-pose this” especially struck me — they reveal how the page allows a kind of honesty we rarely grant ourselves elsewhere.



A lovely meditation on the private spaces where we ourselves reveal.

It sounds like a mighty book to reckon with Diana, your work is always brilliant, your art, breath taking. So good to read your valuable words once again, Have a precious day dear poetess

Magical progression of emotions as they interfold and drift into the next. Yes, the "dose of honesty" is apparent, trusting the reader will realize he or she too has such moment-to-moment restless honesty that must be grounded in the art of expression. What makes this so relatable to me is that I, too, try to write noteworthy thoughts, and I often turn to the piano for a different form of grounding. And, even some of my memories of climbing have been arrested with this piece. Such a fusion of moments within moments is not common among most. You have a unique ability to convey such heartfelt layers of thought without a touch of sentimentality or woe-is-me. My highest praise for this miniature masterpiece. Namste, dear poet.