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 Drew the Borderlines with Ink
It began with a helmet I couldn’t wear right, too heavy with stories I wasn’t brave enough to live, filigreed with battles I’d only ever whispered to myself while pretending I was more than canvas and fear,
By Diane Foster7 months ago in Poets
Remember When We Had to Rewind Tapes?
Let’s take a little stroll down memory lane, back to a time when “buffering” meant you had time to go make a cup of tea, and having internet at home made you feel like royalty (until someone picked up the phone and kicked you offline). It’s wild how far we’ve come in just a couple of decades. Technology back then was charming, clunky, and oh-so-satisfying when it worked. Now? It’s sleek, fast, and occasionally terrifying, but also incredibly convenient.
By Diane Foster7 months ago in 01
Thimbles of Time and Candy
They came with backpacks full of grudges and pencils chewed down to nervous nothings, her in marbled silence with eyeliner sharp as strategy,
By Diane Foster7 months ago in Poets
They Were Never Mine
They slept in a barn with more holes than roof, dreams dripping down through moonlight like syrup in a rusted pan, and I watched them the way a starving man watches fruit fall just out of reach,
By Diane Foster7 months ago in Poets
A Ghost That Tracks in Dirt
I saw him once more, by the haystack she never let us touch, where the pitchfork leaned like a question too tired to stand straight,
By Diane Foster7 months ago in Poets
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 Foster8 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 Foster8 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 Foster8 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 Foster8 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 Foster8 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 Foster8 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 Foster8 months ago in Poets

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I Drew the Borderlines with Ink

Remember When We Had to Rewind Tapes?

Thimbles of Time and Candy

They Were Never Mine

A Ghost That Tracks in Dirt

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

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