Diane Lee Moomey Biography

The lights are going out, dear—one
by one. Circuits short—listen! the crack

of lines downed, drowned by water rising
...

Above the spare tire but below
the blower and its orange cord,
among the pruning shears, dog treats
and bags of bone meal; beside the hula hoe
...

I'm opening a Brie for you. I'll set
it where its shoulders, creamy firm, will slump
into the warmth of afternoon, and where
what breeze there is today will carry news
...

Beneath the borealis we are wrapped
in down and Dacron, glove in glove. Our love
tonight's an argument about Intent:
you name this radiance Divine, with rapt
...

You could, fed up
with red and blue flashing lights
and sickened by the siren howls
of human misery that never stop, could
...