one of many tears trickling down the window pane mirror of heartache Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Namasté the Spiritual Way #2 pilgrimage For this special feature, Chèvrefeuille has given us three days to respond, instead of five as the regular prompts. He has explained that Namasté, the spiritual way, is […]
Month: February 2017
No Remorse
The master crept into the chamber of his hangdog handmaiden’s shame again and again. There was no remorse. The bruises on body and soul got worse, while his penitent wife battled nightmares in their marital bed, plagued by guilty demons shrouded in shadows of sleep, which was never deep – just a wallowing in the […]
My Mum’s Smile
Every summer in my earliest years, My mum aired a hand-sewn quilt And placed it on my bed. On sunny Sunday mornings, We would trace a patchwork journey, Each square a story Of the girl my mum used to be Before she belonged to me. Mum met everyone with a smile, A blossoming bud gleaming […]
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