A Poet’s Manifesto

I must crack my knuckles and fill my pen with ink, not just to mark the page but to help me think. I must use my pen, wield it like a sword and cut through crap with sharpened words. I must write a skeleton, slice truth to the bone, rebuild it with flesh and hair, give […]

In the Fields

ancient warriors ghosts mists over the foreign highlands – waiting for the full moon                         © Chèvrefeuille graveyards become battlefields watered by the tears of stars in the fields with ripe rice plants for the Gods the sickle is used . . .                                   © Takezaki Shisen slowly waxing sickle moon forecasts satisfied bellies white poppy it […]


a battered sandal left by the side of the road a child’s salvation Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1333 José’s Sandals In another Paulo Coelho episode, we have a Christmas tale, ‘Jose’s Sandals’ based on a story written in 1903 by François Coppée and translated from the Portuguese by Margaret Jull […]

Christmas Troiku

winter solitude – in a world of one color the sound of wind                         © Matsuo Basho (1644-1694) winter solitude – single skater on the lake inscribing circles in a world of one color inky crows compose haiku in the sky the sound of wind resonates in icicles nature’s Christmas bells Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]