My note book is a testament to bitten nails, ragged and rent, and heretic bleed of cuticles not neatly trimmed and beautiful but ripped, picked and gnawed while searching for the perfect word, the one that shines with serendipity, arriving as an epiphany and written down to be used in stories, poems and reviews. Kim […]
Day: September 7, 2017
Bluebell Dreams
dreaming of bluebells chimeless campanology in carpets of sky Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1251 Bluebells at sunset (by Inguna Plume) Today’s image is entitled “bluebells at sunset” by Inguna Plume.
writing in north norfolk 