We ride distorted monsters beyond sandcastle borders, past pebbles and fizzing foam to whispering eel grass meadows. Tethered to stalks, their snaking chameleon tails swish, graceful gliding curlicues, neither horse nor fish. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Border, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform […]
Day: August 22, 2017
By the Graveside
She wrestles with the funeral raven’s shades of black on glossy pinions, her widow’s weeds dulled by summer dust, drenched with sorrow and mistrust of every mourner around the grave of the man whose soul she could not save. Stifled sobs pulse in her throat prise open her lips and, with a croak of feathers […]
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