Invisible Friends

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. […]

Winter Love

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 […]