A small ode to small things

small feet toddle through my dusty memory they leave everlasting prints though her adult feet would never fit in my shoes I remember the curl of small toes waiting to be tickled and a small wet thumb that slipped from rosebud lips these small things awaken a thrill of anticipation at the small seed inside […]

River of Souls

on the river lights float to the horizon the dead rejoice                           © Basho on the river all the boats are tied with ropes freedom is anchored lights float to the horizon crowds of souls released flickering lanterns the dead rejoice they are free to sail away while boats are tethered Kim M. Russell, 2017 My […]