Diana Christina : Writing

Garbage Men

Garbage Men

A Story by Diana Christina


Our detritus is our design.
The bed sheets

The bed sheets

A Story by Diana Christina


"The bed sheets saw Cambry grow up like voyeurs and wallflowers: masochistically and sadistically."
Tuck is a torch

Tuck is a torch

A Story by Diana Christina


"The sun scalds down our throats. Blinded by light, we let our senses devour us."
Gabriel

Gabriel

A Poem by Diana Christina


"Everything is free now That's what they say Everything I ever done Gonna give it away." - Gillian Welch
Love is an Allegory

Love is an Allegory

A Stage Play by Diana Christina


The perceived took pleasure in the embrace of the conceived, but saw not its face.
Cut from the Team

Cut from the Team

A Story by Diana Christina


Bryce and Brody fit together like bubblegum in consonants.
I rambled in a fiery wake

I rambled in a fiery wake

A Poem by Diana Christina


Excerpts from a lost vacation.
His Skin

His Skin

A Story by Diana Christina


"A lion biding its time in the face of man, a tide."
Chromosome

Chromosome

A Story by Diana Christina


"Dr. Chrome's office was an igloo. When he spoke, his breath came out in a flurry, freezing my face into an expression of complacency."
Moon Houses

Moon Houses

A Story by Diana Christina


The little stars will twinkle, and one will realize how strange he is.

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