One Man’s Kindness in No Man’s Land

Originally posted on writing in north norfolk:
Tattered faceless silhouettes Staggered across no-man’s land, Fumbling to attach bayonets, Unkind weapons in shaky hands. Wisps of men blundered in thick of gas Back to the comfort of a mud-filled trench, Eyeless heroes in useless masks Smothering in the toxic stench. One innocent soldier wandering wide, Heading…


Kölle Alaaf![2] I miss the echo in the streets, the crowds on Rudolfplatz and Neumarkt[3], the oompa pa of familiar Fastelovend[4] songs and cries of ‘Kamelle!’[5] as sweets hailed down. You helped me dress up as a clown. I drank cold Kölsch, ate salty Pommes mit Mayonnais’.[6] You taught me the words to ‘Mer losse d’r […]


As she gradually lost her memory, she lost herself. Haunted by the loss, her anchor rope frayed, detached from sentence and paragraph of life’s prose. Weightless and joyless, she floated in free verse of demented poetry. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar – Irony […]


thirsty for knowledge spring raindrops bounce off our tongues pearls of wisdom Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1182 drop of rain In the last regular episode of CDHK’s exploration of Persian poetry, ‘praise to the emptiness’ Chèvrefeuille has shared a poem by Saadi The Pearl and the […]


Her life is a trilogy, an unholy trinity in a three-dimensional world: past, present, future, unaligned, thrice the fun and three times the pain, again and again and again, tied to herself in a three-legged race, she is three-faced. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Laura Williams My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #158 and linked […]

Night Flight

leaving the runway lights above and lights below penetrating night Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1180 departure Today Chèvrefeuille has written about spiritual growth and the ‘time of Aquarius’, which he has linked to Persian poetry and the theme for this month: ‘praise to the emptiness’.  He […]