November 2017
Dianna Henning
gammonmackinnon@diannahenning.com
I live in Lassen County on six acres with my husband Kam and malamute Sakari. The trees and mountains inspire me; the solitude nourishes me. I run a workshop Thompson Peak Writers’ Workshop and have taught in prisons and schools. Work published in: The Red Rock Review, The Kentucky Review, The Main Street Rag and other magazines. Nominated for a Pushcart, Blue Fifth Review 2015. My third book Cathedral of the Hand published 2016 through Finishing Line Press. Website: www.diannahenning.com

​A House of Cards Stacked in Wind Will Fall

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Fortune tellers consult tea leaves,
or crystal spheres from which they summon
 
spirits to whisper the future
of a seeker seated at the opposite
 
end of the table. Invoking
a deity has never been my specialty, although
 
perhaps I lie. Once, a swarm
of spirits visited; a cluster blast of light
 
that warned: Do not eat of the apple in this
man’s house; do not share his bed.
 
Youthful and capricious, I jackknifed apple slices
as we lounged in his four-poster,
 
drank merlot from a skin.
 
By morning my feet were hooves, all
former resemblance vanished. There’s no
 
telling how long I remained a mountain goat. No telling
how he became the ledge I grazed upon.
 
-Blue Fifth Review, Aug. 2017
©2017 Dianna Henning
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