After the revelry of Christmas and New Year, the silence of January is solid as a block of ice, occasionally melting into shifting swathes of mist grey as wood pigeons and musty house mice. No gentle coo, whistle or twitter of birds, the day is mute; no body warmth or human words until the fire’s […]
Day: January 8, 2020
New Year’s Morning
New Year’s morning the first day begins in the same dream Jane Reichhold (1937-2016) unfolding from feathered fog spring starts to reveal itself Kim M. Russell, 8th […]