Hello Odin, this is the other Diana, having just today been contacted by Diana Wiles, who wrote that she wished I would return to Authors Den. I had not corresponded with her for years. She said many of the regulars are still here. And I told her Odin Roark was always one of my favorites. I left the Den some years ago, and looking in here, I see the names of people whose writing I so immersed myself in for the years I had a membership here. How great to read this poetry again, and see my 2012 comment about it is still here; some things have lasting power exceeding life itself. I may come back with a membership — so much has changed, but what a positive feeling to see the names of those who I followed those many years ago. I’m glad you are still writing. I’ve always enjoyed your introductory language, as well as how you credited art that accompanied your writing. Even your titles so unique ‘Melting Pianos.’ ~~ djl

Enormous ache in the "where Damper pads desperately work to protect the melodies once ours." In that line alone resides the 'belonging' amid 'loss,' and futility. 'glacial resonance' exudes slow-motion and 'ripple effect' in one mouthful: "life with death." It is the end of a voice. Or voices. The echo continues into everywhere forever. That is what this writing tells me. ~~ Diana