Before this coast was swamped by sea and dinosaurs vanished, was I simply holly? I remember heat and thorns as big as ceraptosian dinosaurs’ horns and plants higher than the windmill on the salt marsh edge that was once a hill. Skies were always endless, as were the silent-black nights, which twinkled with a million […]
Day: August 12, 2017
Departure #29
premature harvest ferments and rots on the branch an August windfall Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Autumn Retreat 2017 “departure”
writing in north norfolk 