I’ve been unable to write lately, for a number of reasons, most of them logistical. Early spring is an extremely busy time in our household; my husband travels a lot … Continue reading Some random stuff.
Author: Diana Koester
Endurance.
For someone who’s endured a metric fuckton of pain, both physical and psychological, you’d think the potential of it wouldn’t scare me. But it has been, lately. I consider myself … Continue reading Endurance.
From wrecking ball to baseball.
I was on school break last week. Finally, a whole week in which I could intend to do nothing except paint and get my report cards written! (I only ended … Continue reading From wrecking ball to baseball.
A eulogy for Astro.
I have developed a funny habit of picking up broken things. It started with myself. Perhaps I try to do for others what no one else did for me. I … Continue reading A eulogy for Astro.
Normal.
My apologies for the radio silence; it’s been a busy time both logistically and emotionally, and I’ve been so drained from it all that it’s been hard to both find … Continue reading Normal.
Webs.
Oh what a tangled web we weave/When first we practice to deceive… —Walter Scott We were in the car, listening to the Pandora Showtunes Radio channel during our morning commute … Continue reading Webs.
Exorcism. (TW: sexual abuse)
I’m trying to figure out how to conduct an exorcism. Can a person perform one on themselves? “Asking for a friend,” as they say. Suffering sexual abuse is arguably the … Continue reading Exorcism. (TW: sexual abuse)
Load-Bearing Wall.
I am a load-bearing wall; You are a loaded gun. I hold steadfast through it all; You only ever hit and run. The exterior is crumbling, The floors are buckling, … Continue reading Load-Bearing Wall.
Bearing the weight.
For many centuries, there was a historical capital punishment called pressing or crushing, where the accused person would be lain flat and heavy stones or irons would be placed upon … Continue reading Bearing the weight.
The purpose of the fruit fly.
Recently as I was marveling at the ability of my hands to open and close (a feat that can be painful for me sometimes), it occurred to me that I … Continue reading The purpose of the fruit fly.
Journeys in the Dark 