On bleak mornings in November, when birdsong is muted and rare, the robin is the only bird that sings throughout the year. In the bleak gloom of winter, more wistful than in spring, a robin’s song is ‘wildly tender’ – Emily Bronte wasn’t wrong. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Open […]
Day: November 3, 2016
The Keeper of Time
I know that this is a little late for Halloween but I only just found out that it was unsuccessful in a short story competition, so I thought I’d post it now. She had been walking for just over an hour. Her thighs burned and her calves ached. Blisters had erupted on the little toe […]
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