1 If Diana was still here,  I can bet she’d be Rowling’s foil,   and much to the chagrin of her relations, would praise Harry’s not wanting to be royal.  I bet that she’d love Megan, they’d sit in her gardens at Kensington, so Diana could speak freely of luscious black hair  and dine with her daughter on salmon.  I always wanted a girl, she’d … Continue reading POETRY: Sometimes I Unearth Dead Blondes and Carve them into Idols