Noises from the eerie vacuum inside Saturn’s rings are sucked out, dying silently in the sad, black void. If we listen, we can hear pops and cracks in the near- total emptiness of space tinnitus, of charged particles and atoms, our audio postcards home. Kim M. Russell, 2017 (Picture: EPA) A quadrille for dVerse Poets […]
Day: May 4, 2017
Landscape
we’re floating adrift across a pallid landscape in a thawing rift after static winter months forge devastating new paths Kim M. Russell, 2017 Jane Friedlicher (1924-2014) Landscape, 1984, Lithograph on Paper My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Artistic Interpretations with Margaret – Small Town Inspiration Margaret says that she recently visited The Hickory Museum […]
May Tan Renga Day 3
from the paulownia without a breath of wind– falling leaves © Nozawa Boncho brittle broken hearts collect at the feet of princesses Kim M. Russell, 2017 Paulownia trees in autumn – image found on […]
Unconditional Love Day 19
young dandelions sparkle with warmth in spring grass lasting memories Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Summer Retreat 2017 (unconditional) love
writing in north norfolk 