Impending

Copper acres turned to tinder below the cloudy bowl gorged with the soundless majesty of cumulonimbus and cumuli. Even the swifts had left the sky, and with them summer; no more shapes like black boomerangs on a breaking-wave horizon. It swelled gradually, a black migraine of a thunderstorm, a tight black bubble fit to burst […]

Echoes of Ireland

mournful uilleann pipes drift down from misty mountains rain and tradition Kim M. Russell, 20th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1500 Where the rivers flow, Irish folkmusic In today’s journey on the folk music quest, we are travelling to Ireland, where I lived at the beginning of the 1980s and where my daughter […]

Metamorphosis

I wear a silver totem on a chain, another on an heirloom brooch; when I’m low and see a dragonfly hovering on the water’s edge among water lilies, reeds and sedge, I think of grandmother’s spirit and, shimmering with joy and light, my transformed soul takes flight and I become myself again. Kim M. Russell, […]