we wake each day in a flat landscape earth and sky extend to the horizon the only line breaks in this epic poem are corrugations of ridges and furrows ditches choked with waterweed and marsh woundwort’s stout pink heads birds smudge the milky welkin as they slip low over marsh and field spooked by the […]
Day: September 6, 2018
Dampened Bell
autumn mist rolls in silencing the call to prayer with its damp fingers Kim M. Russell, 6th September 2018 the temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers Matsuo […]
A Sip of Charity
They say charity begins at home and to love another you must love yourself. Whether we open our hearts or we open a door, charity is a dew-filled flower on which we all can sip. Kim M. Russell, 6th September 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Charity Yesterday was the International Day of […]
Midwinter Lights
midwinternight a dark sky’s lights dance in the wolf’s eyes Hamish Managua Gunn wild and feral aurora howling in the moon’s embrace Kim M. Russell, 6th September 2018 My response to Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge Chained Together III: in the wolf’s eyes In the fourth episode of the latest […]
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