I used to love walking with our dog, Jasper. He was a cross-breed Jack Russell and the funniest, most inquisitive dog I’ve ever known. He died on 10th March ten years ago. He was my reason for walking three times a day: in the morning before work, again in the afternoon, and a short walk […]
Day: April 30, 2018
Verbing an Anthophila
I found the first one of spring on my windowsill, just bee-ing, when it should have been meadowing with a swarm, oceaning a roar, pollening and sweetnessing with honeyed kissing. Instead, it’s dead, Just bee-ing. Kim M. Russell, 30th April 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Thirty poems in April: a final […]
