Eyes Wide Open

At five o’clock, the moon’s face Peered into my window, Suspended in the space Between the branches of the willow, Pregnant with poetry. At six, I blindly tip-toed down the shadow Of the stairs, carefully Cradling my lunar embryo, Crooning a lullaby, a celestial tune To soothe the baby moon. At dawn, the poem was […]


the road winds ahead below an insipid sky gulls ghost on the wind we are suspended in time waiting for the green of spring Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1124 time Today Chèvrefeuille is challenging us (again) with the prompt ‘time’, which we have seen several times before, but we are […]