Everything Stopped

The room was silent. In one fell swoop of those planes the buzz just stopped – everything stopped, everyone stared at computer or TV screens, in disbelief at what they’d seen. Everything stopped, the world stopped spinning for a moment. So far from this tragedy and yet so close to anguished faces, desperate faces, faces […]

Rust and Dust

grasses wilt: the braking locomotive grinds to a halt                                Yamaguchi Seishi, (Tr. Michael R. Burch) dust between the rusty tracks a dandelion stoplight                      Kim M. Russell, 11th September 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Chained Together III: grasses wilt In a month […]

Quick

How quickly time passes, cuts to the quick of a quick lifetime of the quick and the dead, fills us with dread. Only the quick understand that, although our ashes and dust filter back into the earth, our souls dance on in the universe. Kim M. Russell, 10th September 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]

Last Apple of Autumn

one apple, alone in the abandoned orchard reddens for winter                                    Patrick Blanche (Tr. Michael R. Burch) fading drone of the last wasps drunk on sadness of sugar                      Kim M. Russell, 9th September 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Chained Together III: An […]

The End and the Beginning

After the delay to summer’s end, autumn fruits and berries remind us of the taste of summer the luxurious heat the lingering light the genesis of brand new buds of spring red purple gold and brown wrapped in grey mist and the smell of leaves smoke curls from a bonfire long before the chimneys belch […]

Leaf

single yellow leaf the first on the cherry tree it hung there all week yesterday the wind blew strong the yellow leaf has fallen Kim M. Russell, 9th September 2018 My response to Carpe DiemTanka Splendour: Autumn Leaves Tanka Splendour has just been restarted, with the weekly challenge of creating a Tanka on a given […]

The Beauty of Flatness

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 […]