pristine pages of possibility flutter out the window into the sky fragile words on wings of air hovering ready to fall […]
to ease the itch of words that wake her up at night; to sing in a different language, one with imagery and bite; to linger in lines where no other poet has been yet; to smile to herself when other people get where she comes from and what she needs. Kim M. Russell, 24th January […]
The young man’s hands were slender, quick and strong, composing sonnets to his unknown muse, creating worlds in drama and in song to challenge the emotions and amuse. The busy writer’s hands were stained with ink and words. His skin was cracked and raw with rhyme. The scratching of the pen spurred him to think […]
I wander in the standing stones, gather objects for potions: hemlock parts and gossamer, eye of toad and an owl’s feather. A celestial light show sparks and suddenly, without a flutter, a moth is trapped in a halo of moonlight and I am rapt; lured by a death head’s powdered pinion – a fatal attraction. […]
This December another of my submissions (the 34th poem) has been included in Volume 6, Chapter 2 of the Visual Verse Anthology. You can find it on page 42 or you can follow the link to ‘Dreams of a Samurai in Red‘.
This November one of my poems has been included in Volume 6, Chapter 1 of the Visual Verse Anthology. You can find it on page 42 or you can follow the link to ‘Cardboard Harbour‘.
Stone angels form a guard of honour outside a mausoleum door visible from the open gate where the mourners assemble and wait. Whether it’s a simple grave or tomb, when hair, nails and flesh are gone all that’s left is stardust and bone. Kim M. Russell, 1st November 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with […]