Film Noir
1. O, my beautiful mother stands in the kitchen doorway. Back lit, the bright kitchen light transforms her— black tower, femme fatale, omen, specter, marvel. Candlelight sparks from her red-framed glasses, sixties glamour, fireworks or tiny bursts of electricity. Her eyes bring sunset like a Sphinx. 2. O, my beautiful mother stands in the kitchen doorway we are halfway through the song we all sing now we are halfway through some chime in early some chime in late her life is half over my mother's life is half- way through we laugh and eat cake it was too early it was too late
Diane Hueter is a Seattle native now living in Lubbock, Texas—a quiet and subtle landscape. Her poetry has appeared in The Carolina Quarterly, Nelle, SWWIM, Inlandia: Librarians and Libraries Themed Issue, and work forthcoming in an anthology on women and place in the American Southwest. Her book After the Tornado appeared in 2013. Her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
