After years of editing and rewriting my children’s novel, Joe and Nelly, the thrill of being long-listed by Mslexia and the disappointment of rejection from agents and publishers, I have taken the step of entering the Inkitt’s novel contest. Here is my request, which I hope you don’t think is too cheeky: Joe and Nelly, […]
so many grains of sand burning red with midday sun tiny works of art Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1373 Syrian Desert (Southern Route) Today Chèvrefeuille has inspired us with an image of the Syrian Desert.
Grey is how I saw the world in my early childhood: in monochrome newspapers, television and old photographs. It seemed as if two world wars had leached all colour. And then it returned in the sixties. My nan had a drawer in her bedroom dressing table which was full to the brim with black and […]
ancient history not crumbling but free-flowing feeding the present Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1372 Mesopotamia Our journey along the ancient Silk Road has brought us to ancient Mesopotamia.
rising glory entangled vines and flowers drenched with morning dew Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend-Meditation #20 Revise That Haiku In this weekend’s meditation, Chèvrefeuille challenges us to ‘revise’ a haiku created by one of the classical haiku poets: Chiyo Ni (1703-1775), one of the few female haiku poets in pre-modern […]
Morning’s frosty breath halts the world, for just a moment, while we wonder and listen to it whisper. In the garden, birds have left hieroglyphic tracks, secrets that slowly thaw in the lukewarm stain of the rising sun. Kim M. Russell, 2018 A poem for Poets United Poetry Pantry #391
You see pale reefs of coral off an unforgiving coast, sea witches on a jumble of inky rocks. But we have the muscle to battle waves of political garbage: anarchistic ghosts of satire, riding upstream currents of hogwash, wielding tongues and pens. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Hasta […]