Poets Curve

We are curving, avoiding life’s black holes, skipping star-encrusted puddles, bending light through space and time, taming swirls of cosmic inky rhyme, producing poetry of gravity, predicting relativity. Kim M. Russell, 30th September 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Physics with Björn: Gravity and space-time curvature Björn is back to inspire us […]

Lend me your arms

lend me your arms, fast as thunderbolts, for a pillow on my journey                      Hendrik Doeff bid me goodnight with a kiss seal our love until morning                    Kim M. Russell, 28/09/2018 My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Chained Together III: lend me your arms In […]

Tears

Whale song and tears trickle through nets otherwise empty. Over the years, plastic has filled the space where sea creatures swam free; turtles eat mock jellyfish and drown in melancholy. Kim M. Russell, 27th September 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman: Earth Grief, also shared with earthweal […]

Within these Walls

I often misplace things within these walls: my keys, the telephone – it’s cordless – but never my glasses, which are always on my nose. I know I’ll find them again on a shelf crammed with favourite books or the table beside my armchair. In the middle of the night, when the only light is […]

In an Empty Shoe

rest on the field – a lonely cricket chirping in an empty shoe                                                  Virginia Popescu its sole is cracked and broken weeds and grass are growing through          Kim M. Russell, 26/09/2018 My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Chained Together III: in an empty shoe Today is the penultimate regular episode of the […]

Broken Sunflower

broken sunflower torn apart by a rainstorm — puddles on the path                                Chèvrefeuille tattered yellow petals float as summer memories fade                  Kim M. Russell, 26th September 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Chained Together III: broken sunflower In this episode we have a lovely […]

Netsuke

Snug in the palm of my hand, fingers curled and caressing its smoothness, exploring miniature scales on back and fanned tail, tiny teeth in roar of mouth, the dust-filled creases of its head, flaming copper burnished with the faint scent of boxwood, my little finger fits the curve of its body, feels the kanji carved […]