Cracking the Egg

Inside the ovoid of her brain, only white noise can invade. She is an embryo, curled in pain, hiding in the albumen’s shade, until the pulsating membrane explodes and the fragile shell cracks. Now she is a blob of yellow yolk – agoraphobia’s cruel joke. Kim M. Russell, 18th November 2019 My response to dVerse […]

Freestyling Jane

apple blossoms left by a neighbour doorstep gift apricots on her upper lip traces of juice damp earth freeing their fragrance storm-tossed asters shapeless bracken and bird’s wing lost to the cold nature’s gifts fruit and blossoms circle of life Kim M. Russell, 18th November 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1782 freestyling haiku: Devouring […]