Hidden in plain sight, trapped in the linseed scent, the musk of old art and paint, behind the green and ochre of the Olive Trees for over a century, it forfeited the freedom of life en plein air. Vincent didn’t notice his secret guest, having picked off “a good hundred flies and more”. The grasshopper […]
Day: September 27, 2018
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 […]
