With wing beats eiderdown slow, wild geese create a river, an open sky of feathers. One drops, a stone, a twist and it regains control, stomach up, gliding on its back. A moment of disorder and the unpicked skein weaves into plump finger quotes. Kim M. Russell, 7th April, 2018 My response to The Poetry […]
Day: April 7, 2018
Alphabet Shadows
There was no ABC, nothing in between those hopeful letters and the finality of XYZ. Just shadows of words that could have been. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Camera FLASH! ~ The April Edition Kerry says it’s time to strike a pose again with a photographic challenge for […]
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