On Wings of Silence

Based on real events, On Wings of Silence makes use of actual details from what historians now call the Tlatelolco Massacre, presented here through the eyes of a young woman readers will care about and admire.

Seventeen-year-old Diana Greene travels from Texas to Mexico City, searching for adventure, freedom, and romance. She finds all three.

Then Diana's first love Guillermo vanishes during the revolutionary chaos prior to the '68 Olympics. Heartbroken, she searches for the truth about his disappearance. As police track, threaten, and abuse those who ask questions, she refuses to be silenced and risks becoming one of the missing.

Lamar University Literary Press
Also available on Amazon
ISBN# 978-1-942956-67-9

About the Author

Since December, 2017, Dede Fox has written with hematology/oncology patients at Texas Children's Hospital, a collaboration between Houston's Writers in the Schools and the Periwinkle Foundation. Until Covid, from 2016-2019, Dede Fox was the NEA/DOJ Writer-in-Residence at the Bryan Federal Prison Camp for Women. She is also the 2017-2022 Poet Laureate of Montgomery County, Texas. Her work-in-progress for those years is a collection of photos and poems about the first twenty-four public arts benches in The Woodlands, her hometown for the last forty years. She has presented many of the poems at Art Feels events sponsored by The Woodlands Arts Council.

Dede's published poetry includes three books: Confessions of a Jewish Texan, Postcards Home, and On Wings of Silence: Mexico ‘68. Her poem "Chapultepec Park: September 25, 1968," which won the Christina Sergeyevna Award at the Austin International Poetry Festival, served as the catalyst for her novel in verse set in Mexico.

Dede's poetry also appears in Bearing the Mask: Southwestern Persona Poems, di-verse-city, The Enigmatist, Far Out: Poems of the 60's, Houston Poetry Fest, Poetica, Sol, A Summer's Poems, Swirl, Texas Poetry Calendar, Untameable City: Poems on the Nature of Houston, and the Friendswood Library Ekphrastic Poetry anthologies, where she was a juried poet in 2020 and 2021.

Children's writing credits include The Treasure in the Tiny Blue Tin, which received the Association of Jewish Libraries' Sydney Taylor Manuscript Award and was later listed in Linda Silver's Best Jewish Books for Children and TeensHighlights Magazine has published several of Dede's nonfiction articles. Her book reviews have appeared in the Concho River Review, The Texas Observer, and Lone Star Literary Life blog.

A native Texan, Dede attended the University of the Americas in Mexico City and graduated with a BA in English from Washington University in St. Louis. She earned an MEd in Supervision from SFASU. She continues her writing education with InPrint Houston, SCBWI, The Writing Barn, and Highlights Foundation workshops.

A retired teacher and librarian, Dede Fox is a board member on the Montgomery County Literary Arts Council, and she organizes poetry competitions for Young Texas Artists. She formerly served on the Greater Conroe Arts Alliance.


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On Wings of Silence

Based on real events, On Wings of Silence makes use of actual details from what historians now call the Tlatelolco Massacre, presented here through the eyes of a young woman readers will care about and admire.

Postcards Home

From postcards to fellow travelers, the author focuses on passages. Like the character in her poem "Accommodations," Dede Fox, a keen observer and image collector, "breaks apart pieces of life at the seams and mosaics them into some kind of whole, building a work of art from shards."

Confessions of a Jewish Texan

"Dede Fox presents a poetry collection in Confessions of a Jewish Texan that scorches the skin and pierces the soul like the Texas heat. Her concepts and imagery burn into collective memory of immigration, assimilation, and American Jewish life, no matter where you live."

Texas Poetry Calendar

2009-2011, 2013, 2015, 2017

Bearing the Mask: Southwestern Persona Poems

Dos Gatos Press, 2016

Far Out: Poems of the '60s

Wings Press, 2016

Just Passing Through

DOJ, Bryan FPC 2016

Untameable City

Mutabilis Press, 2015


Lone Star Community College
2006-2009, 2011, 2015-2016

Poetry At Round Top

2007-2009, 2012, 2015

di-verse-city anthology (AIPF)



2013 Summer Issue

The Enigmatist

2009, 2010, 2012, 2013

Houston Poetry Fest

Juried Poet 2007, 2009

Sol Magazine

Spring 2008

Poetry Revolt

Fall 2007

A Summer's Poems

InPrint Poetry Workshops 2006

Children's Publications

The Treasure in the Tiny Blue Tin

A historical fiction by Dede Fox Ducharme, won the Eighth Annual Sydney Taylor Manuscript Competition. After its publication by Texas Christian University Press, the Association of Jewish Libraries named it a 1998 Honor Book.

Highlights for Children Magazine

"Building Friendships" April, 2015
"Bringing Costumes to Life" June, 2013
"The Westwood Elementary Knitters" August, 2008
"Adora Svitak" December, 2007

Texas! 1997 State Studies Program

Contributing Writer
Rand McNally and Company

Children's Presentations

SCBWI Houston Speaker

Treasure Hunt: Stories Grandpa Told

Students learn how to interview family members, collect oral histories, and harvest details to use in their writing.

Texas History: Be Your Own Hero

Popular with students of Texas History, this presentation focuses on ways to record and collect primary source historical information for use in journals, drawings, photographs, scrapbooks, tapes, and blogs.

Word Magic: What Frederick Knew about Poetry

Children learn how to use the magic of everyday objects and emotions to create poetry.

Reflections: Finding You Own Voice

With examples from her own poetry, Dede introduces literary elements which young writers can apply to their compositions.

Selected Poems


Campesinos kneel like Diego Rivera's Flower Seller, spread baskets of lilies, irises, sunflowers fresh from the bud as the young woman who gathers them in brown arms, strolls through Chapultepec green, dreams of a lover among the helado vendors, peanut crunchers, pinwheel spinners, futbol players. Overhead red and yellow balloons snare running children in their dangling strings. She follows a winding path to a sculpture garden where sun-warmed statues embrace in a vacuum. Like a shadow, silence fills the plaza. An absence of sound pulls her from a flower-filled reverie. Her eyes widen. She catches her breath, darts through spiky bushes to the broad Paseo de la Reforma, now still. No rattling grimy cars, smoke-belching buses, shawl-draped women with bundles and babies. Stiff-legged soldiers goosestep in tight rows, rifles, bayonets, bazookas against their shoulders. At road's curve, tanks roll, mechanical monsters, geared, devour everything in their path. She runs. Her sandals slap the tender undersides of bare feet as she weaves in and out of razor straight lines, blank-faced soldiers, blinded by command. Her heart pounds like their boots. Pursued by Rivera's murals, Revolutions, memories, mothers' tales of uniformed rapes, she tears across the avenue, trailing ripped lilies, bruised irises, crushed sunflowers.

On Wings of Silence


Sometimes when he looks in the mirror he sees a fractured Picasso, all those lines and brittle angles, those accommodations. Up before dawn, he exercises so he can bend to stroke the deaf dog, to cue her when he walks to another room, perhaps the kitchen, or today he might leave the house, change the air filter in his sister's ceiling (she has balance issues), shop for liquid soap or toilet paper for his mother who can't remember his name. Tomorrow he'll fish with his grandson who flew across five states for a forty-six hour visit, but he has to share the boy with his ex-wife who has a swimming pool and floats filled with the passive aggressive breath of her anger, so he'll probably only get five hours. Nothing ever quite fits. He wonders if he can break apart the jagged pieces of his life, mosaic them into some kind of whole, build a work of art from shards.

Postcards Home

By Dede Fox

Tell me a story, the one cradled in scarred hands, that's never whispered its name. Let it breathe. Tell me a story, swollen with fear and rage, the one hidden in ravaged cells singed by chemo and radiation. Write the silent knowing, things you wish you never knew or dreams once forgotten, now remembered. Tell me your stories I'll cup my hands, drink from them, savoring each drop in the sharing.

Unshackled Minds, anthology from Bryan Federal Prison Camp for Women


They have 3 wheelers and 4 wheelers with front wheel drive. says the one in the Astros cap. He speaks in short bursts. Mine turns on a dime, steers like a dream, even in reverse. Uh-huh, nods the other digging his fist into his pocket, rattling his keys. They huddle over hot red paint. This baby has electromagnetic brakes; Just switch off the power to stop. Goes downhill--slow too. See the turn signals and dual LED headlights? Would you believe this steering wheel folds down? Battery's over seven years old, and has lifetime service. So this what you do; find people like me, pick their brains. He taps his hat Use what you want. A white-haired woman hobbles through an interior door leaning on a four point cane. Well, gotta' go. The wife, you know. I wish you success. You'll love getting yours. The cowboy waves his baseball cap to patients lining the faded walls in a neurologist's chill waiting room, throws his scooter into silent reverse and guns it out the door.

Postcards Home


Along abandoned streets, scorched brown grass, brittle as pine needles. Dusty trees drop faded leaves on empty parks, stilled swings, vacant lawn chairs. Smoke rises from deserted oil drums. Phantoms barbecue, too hot to cook in kitchens. Under white skies, heat waves from glaring highways, rises through floorboards, burns soles of booted feet. Unseen drivers, behind blinding reflections, darkened windows and sunglasses, still squint. Blistering sun peels skin, paint, steams radiators, stalls trucks along dusty roads. Stranded riders swig bottled water, hot enough to make tea. Everyone prays for salvation.


Get out the broom and the dustpan. Sweep them into a pile. Scoop them up, Lick them off the floor if you have to. Fill up grocery sacks. Fold down the tops. Get every one. Load them into a wheelbarrow. Dump them into the garbage can. Make damn sure they're gone, Every one of them, That confetti of excuses Masking fears, Binding us like slaves in Egypt When the Red Sea must be crossed to find the Promised Land.

Postcards Home


Let me blaze into the darkness like a Sabbath candle blue flame consuming white. Let my blackened wick glow, sapphire bird with an orange beak, or my final light halo a molten core. Let me trail undulating ribbons of smoke, curling, forked, dancing into the void, filling emptiness with grace.

Confessions of a Jewish Texan


more than screams from a mountain top louder than a shrieking infant on an Express-Jet clanging garbage can lids at 5:00 a.m. after a night of drinking. Silence ricochets off walls in empty rooms reverberates, suffocates, speaks with more finality than a cement liner capping a lowered coffin. Silence always has the last word.

On Wings of Silence

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