I had the pleasure of meeting Diana in another life. She inspired me to write then and after having read Fossils, Maid Service and Tolstoy, I am very pleased to see that she continues to write with the same passion.
Their sun bleached bones Chant of unwarranted survival. Desert winds haunt memory. Into the caverns of death, These lives aimlessly wandered Howling bitterly as banshees In sad prayers before extinction.