The wind is boasting. I try to turn a deaf ear but it whispers louder, forcing me to hear about the havoc it wreaked in the topmost branches of the beech trees, and the leaves it has nicked and blown from there to here. Kim M. Russell, 9th September 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Day: September 9, 2019
The last time I saw her
there was a clamour in my soul’s anatomy, a sixth sense enmeshed in a daughter’s flesh. I held her fragile hand, touched fingernails, like fractured shells embedded in sand. The lump of imminent loss stuck in my throat like a dry piece of toast can never be swallowed. I cannot forget how her sacrifice spread […]
