Because I was made up of so many parts, you added to me over time and couldn’t see the real me. Because you left me standing over there, coated in rusting tin, you never knew the real me. Because you wouldn’t give me back my heart I’m going to chop my way out of this […]
Day: August 21, 2018
Impending
Copper acres turned to tinder below the cloudy bowl gorged with the soundless majesty of cumulonimbus and cumuli. Even the swifts had left the sky, and with them summer; no more shapes like black boomerangs on a breaking-wave horizon. It swelled gradually, a black migraine of a thunderstorm, a tight black bubble fit to burst […]
Icelandic Winds
icy sea billows aroused by the southern winds seagulls and rimur Kim M. Russell, 21st August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1501 Rimur, folk music from Iceland Today we are in Iceland on our quest folk music around the world. Chèvrefeuille tells us that the music of Iceland can be traced back to the […]
writing in north norfolk 