her child’s smaller hand enveloped by her own hand a maternal rock Kim M. Russell, 31st October 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1533 Xenolith At the end of a month in which we have been celebrating Carpe Diem’s sixth anniversary with prompts following the alphabet, we are now at the letter X for xenolith, […]


Once upon a North Sea cliff, fragile skeletons chalky white and ghosts of spiralling ammonites exploded by the waterside. Teased by waves and torn by tides, the behemoth spilled its insides: with salty gush and rocky rumble, the towering cliffs began to tumble. Strewn among the shells and pebbles, bleached by sun and washed by […]