he wrote not in words sea-sick on a page but painted with damp brush on warm canvas sent a postcard portrait from the poplars in his garden and the shores of the lake Kim M. Russell, 2017 Postcard of Gustav Klimt Im Garten seines Ateliers by Moritz Nähr 1910, produced by EDITION SKYE Wien My […]
Month: April 2017
Twirling Parasols
twirling and tilting fresh blossom and parasols on the breath of spring Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1193 parasol (haru higasa) In today’s episode in a month of kigo or season words, Chèvrefeuille has shared a video of parasol dancing to inspire us to create haiku or […]
Wichita Wife
She was a Wichita wife, married to a lineman: years of mending holes in overalls stitching up their life and waiting for his calls. Now she trudges lonely roads, past sagging wires and endless lines of poles, straight as the hems she used to sew. She heads west towards the fire of the setting sun, […]
Breathing
each breath secures the high harmony an anchor in a gale blowing dust off the mantelpiece standing on tiptoes clouding the mirror with a steady in and out Kim M. Russell, 18th April 2017 Image found on Pinterest On Day 18 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo prompts, we’re getting started. I’ve linked this post to […]
Unconditional Love Day 3
touch of loving hand fingertips and warm caress goodbye winter chill Kim M. Russell, 2017 Caressing Hands by George Segal – image found on all-art.org My response to Carpe Diem Summer Retreat 2017 (unconditional) love For this year’s Summer Retreat, Chèvrefeuille has chosen the theme ‘(unconditonal) love’. The retreat will last for a period of 30 […]
Ziro Zake
a globe of cedar leaves withered by early spring sun sake is chilling Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1192 white sake (ziro zake) Today’s classical kigo can be used in winter and spring, because ‘white sake’ is made in winter and drunk in spring. Sake is Japan’s […]
The only thing we have to fear…
is not fear itself but ourselves. I am my own worst enemy – or maybe my mind is. It keeps me awake at night with a stream of thoughts and nightmares. It started when I was a child. Listening to adults talk or the news on the radio sparked so many fears of the unknown: […]
Warning
American flags disintegrate silently on the moon. Here on Earth, news has become the tinnitus of modern life. Ancient Rome was saved by a flock of honking geese. Today’s woodpecker is drumming hollow warnings: is anyone listening? Kim M. Russell, 17th April 2017 Image found on sciencealert.com On Day 17 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo […]
The Last Summer I Went Swimming
Eaten up by a voracious ambedo, dazzled by a blackberry-shaped cloud, I crumbled in the tide of a summer lido, where eminent locals misbehaved. Taking care not to be noticed in my one-piece swimming suit, I switched from breast-stroke to paddle, shook chlorine off my wings and took flight. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found […]
A Single Mother’s Work
Always the first one to arrive, drop her child off, say goodbye and run to catch the bus, but we got by. Messages with a certain tone, the school has just been on the phone, you forgot her lunch, you weren’t the only one. A struggle to get back on time, bags of shopping snag […]
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