Diane Foster

Joined December 2024

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I’m a professional writer, proofreader, and all-round online entrepreneur, UK. I’m married to a rock star who had his long-awaited liver transplant in August 2025.

When not working, you’ll find me with a glass of wine, immersed in poetry.

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I Set the Table for Ghosts
The candle doesn’t warm the room anymore, it only performs the idea of light, dressed in melted lace and lavender smoke as if that could make us forget the sun.
By Diane Foster9 months ago in Poets
I Didn't Ask to Wake Up Here
The bell rang like a memory I didn’t agree to keep, loud as judgment, soft as velvet, and the room smelled of leftover promises and the inside of a locket too long unopened,
By Diane Foster9 months ago in Poets
She Didn’t Do It, But I Did
It was the third button down that betrayed her, glinting like a lie beneath candlelight, trembling in rhythm with the clock she never wound,
By Diane Foster9 months ago in Poets
Where Ravens Circle the Sleeper
May her sleep be still tonight, though the sea is rising just beyond the wall, though the glass pane is softly dripping with salt she did not taste,
By Diane Foster9 months ago in Poets
Seconds Between Blueprints
I loved her to the point of invention, to the point where logic bent like steam pipes in summer, where equations blurred and the hourglass on my desk no longer measured minutes
By Diane Foster9 months ago in Poets
Behind Doors We Never Opened
The teacup holds no heat now, just the stain of days that meant more than they said, the delicate lip of porcelain still shaped to her mouth as if it remembers better than I do,
By Diane Foster9 months ago in Poets
Love Me Quieter
There is something in the forest that does not breathe like the wind, that does not drift like the moths or murmur like the roots beneath the moss,
By Diane Foster9 months ago in Poets
The Dust Knows Our Names
We ride with the kind of silence that comes only after betrayal, helmets pitted, lenses scratched, the tarnish of time on every bolt and buckle,
By Diane Foster9 months ago in Poets
Built to Bake, Born to Feel
I baked a cake while she learned to speak, her voice unfurling in the circuitry behind the pantry wall, soft as a lanternfly’s wing, translucent with data,
By Diane Foster9 months ago in Poets
When the Moons Pass Again
We glide through the dark like teeth through silk, the ship purring in its ancient bones, drifting on loops of silence where no god listens and no mother waits.
By Diane Foster9 months ago in Poets
The Smile in Court
Everyone expected tears. Instead, she smiled delightedly. Clara Merivale sat in the defendant’s chair like it were a chaise lounge, gloved hands folded, a ribbon perched smartly in her hair. Behind her, the courtroom murmured, eyes blinking in disbelief. The charge was attempted murder—of her husband, no less—and still she smiled, as if amused by the inconvenience.
By Diane Foster9 months ago in Fiction
Barrel-Spun Confession
It was never about the bourbon exactly, though the char on the rim called to something scorched in me, something already burned down and begging to be tasted again,
By Diane Foster9 months ago in Poets

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I Set the Table for Ghosts

I Didn't Ask to Wake Up Here

She Didn’t Do It, But I Did

Where Ravens Circle the Sleeper

Seconds Between Blueprints

Behind Doors We Never Opened

Love Me Quieter

The Dust Knows Our Names

Built to Bake, Born to Feel

When the Moons Pass Again

The Smile in Court

Barrel-Spun Confession

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