It sits on my shoulder, craving attention; I try to ignore the surreptitious tears it draws from my soul’s well, and snot green bile so bitter it chokes. It puts up a fence around happy memories; I have to tear it down, time after time, posts and nails, tangled barbed wire. It rewrites stories; they’re […]
Month: April 2018
Daffodils
are sunshine condensed in a bulb embraced by soil, waiting to burst with yellow vitality… nature’s haiku spring everywhere. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1402 Daffodils (one-bun) Today our challenge is to create a ‘one-bun’, a form that was invented by Jim Kacian. It is an ultra-short haibun which has just […]
Faith
It has taken over four years to regain faith in myself. Just before I retired from high school teaching, I was sick, exhausted, and unsure if I was doing the right thing. The plan was to finish a novel I started years ago before the pressures of teaching took over, so I enrolled on several […]
Scatter Words
The bend of the pen scatters unthinkable threads on a minatory page. After the thirst of an age of impasse, the erudite runaway bride writes her apologia underneath a poem about social dyslogia. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #190
Dear Sister
I’m sorry that our path divided and led in different ways; sad that you’ve forgotten the joy of childhood days; disappointed that my words could never melt the ice around your heart – they might have spelt a message you misunderstood. I’m sorry that a shared past is no promise of a future bond of […]
Secondhand
the second hand counts down on a second-hand clock it needs winding up the year has turned and every second counts Kim M. Russell, 2nd April 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: Second Karin is hosting today’s prompt, which is ‘’second ‘in any of its forms, such as: second helpings, second […]
Easter
I remember, as a child, going to Sunday school and receiving a cross made from a palm leaf on Palm Sunday. On Easter Sunday, I would go to church with my grandmother, where I would receive an Easter message in the shape of a cross, usually with a picture of a lamb or spring flowers, […]
Weeds and Paper Lanterns
dandelion plants seeds blown on the roadside pissing in the wind fading summer moon outshone by paper lanterns tangled in the trees dandelion moon blown out by paper lanterns tangled in the wind Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #26 Revise That Haiku This weekend our challenge is a new […]
Paradox of Absolutes
How can we grasp reality without images and parables? We live by laws of nature and sing our hymns of praise; reach for heaven and find infinity and flux, children fishing for stars in oceans. Like stars we return to dust, guide others to join up the dots, to understand the paradox between belief and […]
Moja
I have a singular cat with a name to match. Did I get it wrong? The number one in Swahili is moja; I didn’t know and called her Mojo, because she’s magic and addictive! Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads April One / One Love Marian welcomes us to […]
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