I wanted to grow up like Doris Day just walking in the rain with Johnny Ray – whatever will be will be. My dad was the great pretender and, for me, there was only you, Mum, singing to Sinatra and Nat ‘King’ Cole, loving me as though there were no tomorrow. Granddad had the mellow […]
Day: April 11, 2017
A poem in Visual Verse
I’m pleased to post a link to the April issue, Vol. 4, Chapter 6 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem ‘Armageddon’ on page 20.
Ruminations on Writing
I was recently reminded I’m getting old, a greying guest of nature, mother and wife. In an attempt to solve the riddle of my soul, I gnaw and chew life out of life. Stiff fingers falter, they fumble, writing is a spidery scrawl on a page; as I peck at the keyboard, words tumble, I […]
Flames
the hills glow orange kissed by flames of spring sunset dry grass is singing Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1188 Burning the hills (yama yuki) Today’s kigo is ‘burning the hills’ (yama yuki), which Chèvrefeuille says is a common activity in spring, when the dry grasses of […]
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