Mid-Sentence, 1918

When I worried, they cut out the elbow rock, a calcified cyst, no foreign body. 

When the blue sheet had worn so much, it tore into a half square at rest. 

When he stared at nothing, I saw a little flotilla.

When war was blurry, the glass chamsa swung. 

When edam was all that was left, muenster glided in, surprised. 

When the triangle flap was not a sheet, a malleable unicorn fell in the tear.

When censorship and peace conflated, the just became confused. 

When wing fur was the last safe place.

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Diane R. Wiener

Diane R. Wiener’s first full-length poetry collection, The Golem Verses, was published in 2018 by Nine Mile Press. Her poems appear in Nine Mile Magazine, Wordgathering, Tammy, Queerly, The South Carolina Review, and elsewhere. Poetry is forthcoming in the Welcome to the Resistance anthology; creative nonfiction is forthcoming in Stone Canoe. Diane’s flash fiction appears in Ordinary Madness (Weasel Press). After serving as Guest Editor for Nine Mile Literary Magazine’s Fall 2019 Special Double Issue on Neurodivergent, Disability, Deaf, Mad, and Crip poetics, Diane was appointed Assistant Editor for the magazine. In 2020, Diane became Editor-in-Chief of Wordgathering: A Journal of Disability Poetry and Literature. A Research Professor at Syracuse University, where she also teaches in the Honors program, Diane has published widely on disability, pedagogy, and empowerment, among other subjects.

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