Diane Vogel Ferri is a teacher, poet and writer. Her essays have been published in Scene Magazine, Cleveland Christmas Memories, Raven’s Perch, and by Cleveland State University among others. Her poems can be found in numerous journals. Her chapbook, Liquid Rubies, was published by Pudding House. The Volume of Our Incongruity was published by Finishing Line Press. Diane’s essay, “I Will Sing for You” was featured at the Cleveland Humanities Fest in 2018. Her novel, The Desire Path can be found on Amazon. She is a graduate of Kent State University and holds an M.Ed from Cleveland State University.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
I heard him say, I'm surprised I lived through
An abandoned child remains in neglect
in lieu of two moms or two dads that love.
Why would someone escape their own beautiful island
into the sinking boat of a cloistered world
of vandalism and horse blinders, of rosy
perceptions and boomerang standards,
while the poverty of minds and imaginations
that sacked Rome in AD 455 still lives on?
Who can be a mouthpiece for the ages?
In the bathtub don't we all sit in our own dirt?
Paper can spiral ashes from the fire,
but words can live on in their infamy.
You can try to sew up the wound with
catgut thread, but you still killed the cat.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Jesus disrupts and disturbs fallow lives.
He offended his people by breaking their rules,
bringing not peace but a sword
to vanquish the old ways, to unshackle the laws.
He was a dissident, an insurgent, a dent in the world.
Some who'd awaited God's final word
were disappointed, insulted, outraged.
There was no throne, just a stumbling stone
no peace before or after that day.
Your waiting is ended this Christmas morn,
a soul choice is His unending gift.
He is here. All is changed.
Now in silence He waits for you.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Break forth O beauteous heavenly light
and usher in the morning;
Ye shepherds shrink not with afright,
But hear the angel's warning.
This child now weak in infancy,
Our confidence and joy shall be.
The power of Satan breaking,
Our peace eternal making.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
the music stops and a nothingness
fills the void, a quietude
where am I?
when did you come
to bring all thesse
senses to life
and all this gratitude
coagulates in my brain
for what we have in this moment
and then a sudden sadness
for someone who does not have
what we have
does not know
what we know
has never been loved
as we have loved.