On Watching Three Old Drinkers

I wrote this poem over thirty five years ago when I was living in Ireland. It’s my second response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Character Study    And whose are these eyes Sunk in thick-brimming liquid oblivion? And whose are these mouths, Uncontrollable rubber bands Chewing on unspoken words They spit tastelessly back in the glass? […]

Ghosts and Apple Blossom

  My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille – immodesty As my own favourite haiku, I have chosen:  Words become poems – ephemeral ghosts as soon as they are spoken. © Kim M. Russell, 2015 My new haiku is:  Ancient apple blooms – fleeting poems on the breeze speak wisdom of trees. © Kim M. […]