An ogre kicked in our front door. We listened, safe in bed, while he demanded with fearsome fist meat without gristle, bread without grist. He left mother a belter of a bouquet: purple pansies bloomed around her eyes, red roses dripped from her face. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
Day: November 6, 2017
First Frost
overnight creeper painted dormant gardens white even pavements creak Kim M. Russell, 2017 My twenty-second response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful
