by Diana Kinared

It comes without warning, unexpected, expected, furious, fierce, brittle, hateful. It goes the same, expected, unexpected and sweetness returns. calm consideration and laughter. My lover is possessed by a djinn called by many names, bi-cycles, bi-polar cycles, stealthily stealing love. I am thrown as from a swiftly moving car into rambles of pain, reason unknown, known, unknowable. My heart is calloused, trust gone an unbridgeable distance, leaving shredded tatters of love with only a gossamer thread remaining. The darkness of his despair, unreachable, unclaimed grips my helpless heart building an unbreachable wall between.


Diana Kinared is a dreamer, a grandmother, a mother, a wife, a friend, and a writer tethered on and off to reality. Check out her blog.