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On this blog, neurodivergent (dyslexic) author Leanne (Willetts) Dyck ("dihck") publishes her short stories for adults and children. She is writing (picture books and middle grade fiction) for children, (memoirs and upmarket fiction) for adults and knitting books. Thank you for visiting and sharing this blog. Your support is greatly appreciated.
Why share? What do you lose? What do you win?
Reading My Poem
Between and Underneath, for children 4 to 8 years of age, examines the themes of directional concepts and childhood anxiety.
Witness the magical transformation as a pile of weeds becomes a bouquet of flowers...
Mayne Island's shiny new dock.
I was introduced to poetry, as many of you were, in grade school. Later, I matriculated and a professor furthered my studying on the subject. Those two experiences were remarkably different. How? Well...
Studying Poetry
written the morning of 11/18/2024
I've been doing a lot of reading but not for pleasure. And I've missed it. I felt the key to returning would be finding something undemanding. Maya Angelou took me by the hand and brought me back.
Bantam Books
1986
I've thoroughly enjoyed my time with Maya Angelou. She was entertaining, inspirational, and insightful. Admittedly, some of her writing required a second reading, and some escaped me. But others will remain with me long after this book is closed.
Still I Rise
You can write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
with the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bring the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise
Such power... Such pride...
What does this poem say to me as a Caucasian... as a woman... as a neurodivergent?
I know my time with Maya Angelou has changed me. I close this book with regret, wishing I could have stayed longer.
Other genres that have kept me reading...
short story collections such as...
How to Pronounce Knife by Souvankham Thammavongsa
graphic novels such as...
novellas such as...
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
Middle Grade fiction such as...
The Dollhouse: a ghost story by Charis Cotter
Young Adult fiction such as...
When Everything Feels Like the Movies by Raziel Reid
More...
How to get back to reading consistently again
by Akanksha Narang
by James Clear
'Khaled Hosseini will donate author proceeds from this book to UNCR, the UN Refugee Agency, and to The Khaled Hosseini Foundation to help fund life-saving relief efforts to help refugees around the globe.'
'the only book published in 2019 by a Canadian to hit the [best-seller] list' reports Publishers Weekly

As my own writing career demands more and more of my attention, I'm finding less and less time for everything else. And thus I've been forced to make a difficult decision. Effective January 16, I will no longer publish guest posts.Yes, I worried. I worried that you would abandon this blog.