Librarians
- At April 26, 2013
- By Dian Day
- In Writing
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I can’t let her go. Today, with all the pieces in the right order, I put the librarian back in. Even if the only reason to do so is that you can’t have libraries without books, and you can’t have libraries without librarians. Perhaps there should be a librarian in every book. It is like I am wearing a placard and marching on Parliament Hill: “Save Our Librarians!” Even in the rain.
Winter and Spring, Still at It
- At April 10, 2013
- By Dian Day
- In Writing
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Like the worms, I’ve snuck up out of the ground during warm weather and crawled across the pavement—but I’ve been distracted by watching anxiously for birds. Like the worms, I’m going back underground until the frost is well and truly history. Some things need to be created in the dark, and Frederick’s betrayal is one of them. I’ll keep the curtains closed in The Room, and see how much dirt can be transformed.
Finding Spring
- At April 05, 2013
- By Dian Day
- In Writing
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Purple and yellow crocus and tiny white snowdrops litter parks and front yards as if spring has truly arrived. On overcast days, like this one, they are closed up tight awaiting the sun. In reality spring seems reluctant to appear, and when she does she is spooked by her own shadow. Inside my head, Frederick and Arbour both search in all the known hiding places, and—look!—spring is finally found in bed with winter, naked as the day she was born.