The Naked Touch

a stony coldness plucked from a beach fills my palm and overflows into each line and groove, pulling fingers into a claw – like a ring clasping a jewel sensitive tips trace dents and pocks knocked into it by waves and rocks pebbled acne smoothed by human caress, the stroke of skin wrinkles, calluses and […]

Rainstorm

from a thunderous sky squalls of rain drum on windows cloudburst crescendo Kim M. Russell, 12th November 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1543 rainstorm In today’s episode in a month of celebrating the beauty of autumn, we have a rainstorm and an example of a haiku on that theme, which was spotted on the […]