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.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Writing breaks open the vaults of the dead and the skies behind which the prophesying angels hide. Sylvia Plath
Thursday, March 26, 2009
the pulling up and pushing down of blue denim.
You know before it wraps around your thigh
whether to continue the heated upward effort.
Sometimes you miscalculate
as they smoothly rise over your hips
to discover the button will not be forced
into its matching hole from two inches away.
Boot cut, flare, straight leg, wide leg,
curvy, slim, skinny, low-waist, ultra low,
faded, dark wash, ripped, bedazzled,
stretch, regular, ankle, long, petite, short,
5-pocket, 4-pocket, button-down, zip.
Then a pair slides on without tears.
You button, you zip, you turn to view the rear.
You squat, you stand on tiptoe - and you sigh.
You pay a lot of money, bring them home
and try them on to make sure it wasn't a dream.
At long last you sit into the ease of your new jeans
and smile. You pray they won't shrink.
You hope you don't gain any more weight.
You touch the soft blue fabric and rejoice
in the comfort you so valiantly sought.
It's a victorious day - and then your husband says,
so what did you do all day?
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
(You can click on it to enlarge. Warning - the two on the end may be getting prepared for something more than sun-bathing!)
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
just because someone with less
has erased your name
and written their own.
They filled your bucket,
stole your words, tumbled
your ramparts, but there
are still mirrors everywhere.
Don't say you confused
sunrise with sunset
when God put the universe
and all the colors in you.
Don't say He didn't answer
your prayers when what you
prayed for you could
have already made happen.
You're in a blindfolded spin
like a childhood game
but you're not a child.
Hear the resurrection sounds,
walk in His orchard.
We only saw good
until we asked why.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I used the quote from Marcel Proust: The only real voyage of discovery consists of not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
I have always been filled with gratitude for my life and I know Who to thank, but I am often just as observant of things that aren't just the way I'd like them. Well, I already screwed up - but am recently back on the right track. To me, this is grace.
Grace is a tricky concept and although we may have grown up singing about how amazing it is - I don't think it can be understood until it is truly experienced. Sometimes it seems like an answer to a prayer, but sometimes it is a gift that was not expected. It is more than you imagined. To feel as if you are seeing the world with new eyes is no small feat. It is an internal experience and no one can give it to you, except God.
Anne Lamott says: I do not understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.
Frank Stella writes in"A Faith Worth Believing":
Perhaps grace is not so graceful after all. Perhaps it's in our disgraced moments that the mystery of God's presence can impact us the most. When we glimpse Divinity in the dust or, better put, when we see the Divinity of dust and pain and all things and all people unattractive to us, then we've met grace face to face and can be led beyond our blindness to an acceptance of reality as it is, and of God, who is never apart from it.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009