Bare earth rose: buckled, eroded craggy outcrops on the horizon, exposed to a breathless sky and Aurora’s lotus sun. Kim M. Russell, 2017 ‘Cracked Open’ by Ally Saunders My response to Tuesday Poetics: Ally Saunders – A Closer Look This week Mish is hosting Poetics and has a guest: Ally Saunders, an artist from Nanaimo, […]
Month: January 2017
Dayspring
I stride along a frostbound road, eager to watch the dawn unfold these creased and crumpled fields; hasten due east, towards the tight crack of the horizon squeezing out a gorgeous blood red sun, a genesis – a birth at the very edge of earth. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Photograph by David Russell My […]
Through the Keyhole
I catch a kudoclasmic glimpse Through the keyhole of life, Like naked bodies in a window, Seen out of the corner of the eye From the top deck of a bus, Or a timid sparrow in a shaft of light. I somaticize aberrant emotions, Electrified with pain. An aching wisdom tooth, A tightened deadbolt, I […]
Listening to White
a silent moment messages from the cosmos language of white noise Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1139 listening Chèvrefeuille says that before we enter Santiago De Compostela, there is another thing Paulo had to learn. Not everyone can listen, be that listener who can and will help you to solve your […]
Gold
approaching spring warmth heralded by goldfinches glints in the garden Kim M. Russell, 2017 Credit: Buiten-Beeld / Alamy Stock Photo found on bbc.co.uk Day sixfteen of Carpe Diem’s Spring Retreat 2017 fragile beauty Chèvrefeuille has welcomed us to the Spring Retreat 2017. Last year we had two retreats: one in summer and one in winter. […]
Time Crystals
crystals repeating in perpetual motion without energy and no equilibrium jiggling mass of time jelly Kim M. Russell, 2017 Found in an article in Science Alert
Brew
She takes so much trouble With her stardust and her bubbles, Stirring pollen and feathers, Boiling them together With hints and dark suggestions: To magnetise emotions Into marital devotions While she remains alone, Stirring her copper cauldron. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #193 “Collage 35”
