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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Embracing Mindfulness at 60
Life at 60 has certainly brought me into a fascinating relationship with technology. I've always loved computers, and remember the delights of playing the first Pac Man game! My Kindle is practically my best friend, and historical novels are my favourite form of escape, letting me journey through different times and places without ever leaving my cosy sofa. But beyond the comforting pages of my Kindle, my thoughts about technology are complicated. It's often overwhelming, my mind is continually racing and restless.
By Diane Foster11 months ago in Motivation
A Street of Sorrows
I walk among lanterns, dimmed by mist— these red moons swaying in the quiet ache of morning. The cobbled street remembers
By Diane Foster12 months ago in Poets
Cry for Applause
They said I shimmered like a fountain in the middle of a drought, a golden glint in the eyes of the desperate. My face—perfectly lacquered,
By Diane Foster12 months ago in Poets
Birdsong in a Fading Sky
They say golden years, but gold rusts, doesn’t it? Or maybe it just melts, slipping through fingers like wasted time, like the minutes I spent staring at a lamp’s dull flicker,
By Diane Foster12 months ago in Poets
A Whistle in the Dark
I was a whisper, a breath between pages, a name scribbled in the margins of someone else’s story. Then you came— a constellation of fire and longing,
By Diane Foster12 months ago in Poets
The Forgotten Index
The silence breathes. Not a whisper, not a sigh, only the sound of dust settling between pages that no one turns anymore.
By Diane Foster12 months ago in Poets
A Child Lost in Midnight
I whisper to the cosmos, but the stars do not answer. They blink like tired old men, forgetting my name, forgetting I was ever here.
By Diane Foster12 months ago in Poets
Hollow House, Hollow Heart
The light spills in through broken panes, fractured beams slicing the dust-heavy air, as if trying to answer the questions
By Diane Foster12 months ago in Poets
Cinders in the Azure
Destiny was a liar, a silk-voiced trickster whispering prophecies in the dead hush of twilight, its fingers dusted in azure light,
By Diane Foster12 months ago in Poets
Fog-Cold and Distant
The trees do not speak anymore. Their branches once stretched toward me, fingers of brittle bone scratching the sky, but now they are just silhouettes,
By Diane Foster12 months ago in Poets
The Candle Knows My Name
The chair remembers. It cradles my weight like a secret, worn velvet pressing into my skin, stained with the echoes of nights
By Diane Foster12 months ago in Poets
The Language of Wax and Shadows
The candles bleed their slow, crimson sorrow, melting secrets onto the table’s blackened skin. Their tune is a whisper, a flickering hymn,
By Diane Foster12 months ago in Poets

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Embracing Mindfulness at 60

A Street of Sorrows

Cry for Applause

Birdsong in a Fading Sky

A Whistle in the Dark

The Forgotten Index

A Child Lost in Midnight

Hollow House, Hollow Heart

Cinders in the Azure

Fog-Cold and Distant

The Candle Knows My Name

The Language of Wax and Shadows

Achievements (2)