A cold west wind drives waves against the northern shore; a cold west wind, releasing whorls of stinging sand, bends glinting leaves with winter hoar across the lake where small boats moor – a cold west wind. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Rondelet I’m back […]
Day: November 12, 2017
The Collector – a poem in Visual Verse
While I’ve been off-line due to illness, another of my poems has been included in the November issue, Vol. 5, Chapter 1 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem on page 30 or you can link directly to the poem, entitled ‘The Collector’.
