A summer-born child, I lived in my head, I drew, wrote, sang and read, peopling worlds with invisible friends to fill the space where reality ends. Now I feel winter creep into my bones and my poetic graffiti covers the stones, written in lichen of saffron and green; childhood’s buried where it can’t be seen. […]
scattered in the grass constellations of daisies micro universe Kim M. Russell, 5th June 2018 My response to Carpe Diem’s Sparkle of Joy: introduction and first ‘task’ Chèvrefeuille has been explaining the meaning of Tantra. Apparently, through Tantra, we can release ‘Kundalini energy’, which can set us free. He tells us that in Tantra, the […]
empty winter beach discarded clothes and footprints leading to the dunes Kim M. Russell, 5th June 2018 My response to Carpe Diem’s Crossroads #11 “a winter’s love” The first episode of ‘Crossroads’ for June is about love, using two haiku by our host: torn apart clothes thrown against a beach pole a winter’s love bare […]
I’m delighted that I have another ekphrastic poem in Volume 5, Chapter 8 of the Visual Verse Anthology. You can find it on page 16 or you can follow the link to ‘Eyes Shut and Golden‘.