Don’t get too close. You are no super-human astronaut in the thrall of a brutal, brilliant cosmic flash. Keep away from powerful explosions brighter than the Milky Way. You know, it may not be a supernova. It may well be the freaky death throes of a star, torn apart by the tidal forces of a […]
Day: March 2, 2017
Dogged by a Rose
The attar of a rose follows throughout the day, from its glass prison vase to the promise of a summer’s day, with touch of a satin cloak in the chill of spring, scented smoke curls into twilight before its petals close for the night. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on ravindraandsons.com My response to […]
Anticipation
A project for the summer, you said, shaking the yellow curls on your head and, opening up your sweaty hand, offered me hard seeds with zebra bands. The teacher had given you a little sack and, like Jack’s mother, I was full of doubt, prepared to throw them out. Where would we grow sunflowers in […]
Queen of the Night
she is scented smoke curling across hot rooftops petals wide open Kim M. Russell, 2017 Persian tobacco (Nicotiana alata) Credit: Photo by Franco Giordana found on luirig.altervista.org My response to Carpe Diem #1166 Nightflower Today Chèvrefeuille has shared with us a poem by Hafez (or Hafiz), whose poems every Iranian can recite, often using them to […]
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