Seeds in a child’s hands, hard with zebra bands, are a long way from wind-swept fields, where Fibonacci yields are soon dispersed below a cloudburst of birds. In the garden, we hoe and then we sow our own. At night, we dream of tournesols. Kim M. Russell, 3rd May 2021 Image by Todd Trapani on […]
Day: May 3, 2021
Earth Singing
Thousands of years of spinningmake me dizzy, and yet I see more clearly than I did before, despite the salty tears brimmingnot with creatures of the seabut plastic-coated. Scale and claw are permanently swimmingin pollution. Furthermore,I want to be relieved from the constant diggingat my flesh and bone, the chainsawsthat destroy my ancient trees, cause […]
writing in north norfolk 