Soul Proprietorship: Women in Search of their Souls
Published 2011

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Reviews
"In her wonderful new collection, Soul Proprietorship, Dianalee Velie presents us with a series of stories about the places and events in life that our souls attend, memories that "...await us in every closet." Velie writes of "...nondenominational angels," "spunky dogs", and then wonders how one can find their soul when life revolves around everyone else. Join her "jumping into the leaves... pushing off in a snow saucer." Soulmate with her as she relates tragic tales on abortion, death and rape. Attend her daughter's "Perfect 10" marriage. Ah, Dianalee... It's all here.
- Martha Deborah Hall, Poet

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excerpt -
Sunflower

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Ariel started life in a little, black, hard shell with a tiny white stripe down the middle. She was comfortably surrounded by many others just like herself. Life was reassuring and perfectly planned. One day, as expected, she was mechanically plucked and neatly packaged with all the others and shipped far away from home. She was dumped into a clear plastic environment where one by one she watched those around her being gobbled up by the scary world around them. Ariel was frightened. She had these tremendous yearnings as if she were about to split at the seams with a powerful energy."

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Select poems translated into Italian
During the Travel Workshop to Italy in October 2009, Dianalee had the opportunity to do readings in Cortona and Merate, Italy. Dianalee read the following works in English which were then read in Italian by Alberto Casiraghy, Ferdinando Radaelli, and Emilio Zanmarchi.

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The Many Roads to Paradise
Published 2006

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" In Dianalee Velie's poem, "Primary Colors," an old man, at home in his life, says "Here I am and I know." The Many Roads to Paradise is the record of a poet's tenacious desire, here and now - by way of a dog or a fireplace log or Louis Armstrong's recorded voice or a blue-collar cafeteria worker or a hermit thrush or a dying friend or a woman who is stoned to death - to 'know where God is hiding,' to 'sense heaven.' She invites our company during this search for the source, and we're grateful to discover her poems' answers."
-William Heyen, 2004 National Book Award Finalist

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excerpt -
Segovian Riff

A Segovian riff drifts through the latticed windows
on their waterfront cottage, settling in the garden
where my sister plants golden fall mums. Dressed
in short overalls and a yellow, long-sleeved shirt,
muddy gardening debris scatters around her, a Spanish
sunflower to her husband, strumming his favorite guitar.

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First Edition
Published 2005

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"Velie's First Edition is a brave book, doing what it must do, making art out of enormous tragedy, painting over grief with '(t)he lemon yellow paint, called joyous..."
-Maxine Kumin

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excerpt -
Metanoia

Talismanic rosary in hand.
I watch the breath of morning rise.
Warm mists, drifting upward
from the cold waters of the deep lake,
ascend into heaven. New clouds,
baby clouds form, from water to air,
a mystery unfolding before me.

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Glass House
Published 2004

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"Dianalee Velie writes with grace and in poem after poem, her voice possesses a tender agility in order to travel those difficult paths that make us all uniquely human. These poems are brave in their lucidity, generous, sensual and intelligent celebrations of what it means to be in the world. Read this collection, it will enhance your life."
-Kevin Pilkington, Poet / Professor

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excerpt -
Advice to My Cat Who Would Be a Poet

Why do you stalk my mouse at the precise moment
the muse descends, then delicately trip over random
keys until a long line of feline poetry spreads before
my eyes? If you want to be a poet, let me offer you
some advice. Dig deep for the dirt, getting to the root
of your poem, you know, like you did in the potted
gardenia on the dining room table, then claw unrelentingly
until you reveal the pure white ethereal stuff inside.

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