I stir my coffee with a sticky spoon, feel the grit of sugar where my wrist rests on the table. Big clouds loom, push eastwards and then turn to mist. A rain shower comes and goes. Customers shake umbrellas and rain coats in the doorway of this sad café. In the steam, a small biplane […]
Category: Poems
Maenad Madness
What you doing with that ivy, sister? Pretending it’s a snake like that one on Instagram. Didn’t we get wasted last night, man! Yeah, we had a right scream! My lips are still black with all the red wine. My head’s all over the place with ecstasy. LOL – mine’s so bad I can’t see. […]
Message from Planet Prose
Different planets cross paths, orbit each other and regularly align with meteor tales and showers of imagery. There are no aliens on planet prose, merely light waves and white noise coming together every now and then in poetic symphony. Kim M. Russell, 18th April 2019 My response to […]
April Morning
The morning’s dust-tongued with short-lived frost and seabirds moon-blown from the coast compete with bell-voiced wood pigeons. These early muffle-toed strolls are full of promise: spring winds roar in a leaf-foamed coppice and all the quiet moments in between, while hare-heeled boots touch damp earth with a kiss. No dark-vowelled dreams could have predicted this […]
Light Stories
We spend our lives unhooking the moon, trying to release all the light we cannot see. We look for knives and find only silver spoons to carve the cheese from her lunar seas. In the end we are bereft and we are left with the particular sadness of lemon cake, too sour upon our moon-kissed […]
Love Locked in a Time Warp
The past became a foreign place; love was more abundant there, with tangled beads, cheesecloth and lace, and everyone had longer hair. His was auburn and thick, and she longed to run her fingers through it. She watched and waited every day for him to pass her way when they were younger – she remembered […]
Reined by Strings
Kim M. Russell, 10th April 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Poems in April Day 10: Open a Book For the tenth challenge of this NaPoWriMo, Anmol with like us to pick up any books lying closest to us or pick them from our bookshelves: poetry collections, novels, dictionaries, telephone directories… we […]
