Wroclaw by Night

Night populates the city, black ink spilling over pavements, splashing quiet corners, filling squares and parks, water- falling down the riverbank, soaking a couple as they hurry from one island of sodium light to another, across the Love Bridge, an anchor for younger hearts padlocked to railings. On the far bank, night is celebrated with a candle-cake […]

Przejście (Transition): the anonymous pedestrians of Wroclaw

the weight of bronze hearts sinks in anonymity below the junction daily traffic flows, feet tread and the disappeared return © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Carpe Diem Tanka Splendor #22 Teika’s 8th Tanka Writing Technique – Novel Treatment (prompt: blues) and linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform In today’s episode of […]