It is said that you should never place your faith in a sensual woman in red with full lips on a smooth-skinned face, who sells bitterroot to raise the dead. Her naked heart was born to darkness, counting corpses in an eternity of death and wicked business running the affairs of the city of bones […]
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They have retained their lustre, yet it is dark beneath closed lids. They filter light to conjure colour in dialogue with the brain, resonant as Shakespearean actors. Tired after years of looking and seeing beyond words, they require lenses, windows on blurry landscapes and distorted Giacometti figures. They are prickling thistles, friable pillows of delicate […]
picnic on the beach there’s sand in the sandwiches flies float in the juice seagulls circle overhead we chew with stiff upper lips Kim M. Russell, 16th May 2019 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Picnic(s) Susan is our host this week with a challenge that asks us to use sense images to bring […]
The year is old and so is the moon, a full cold and haughty moon, a turning of the tides moon. Aloof and frigid, she knows no humidity, she is dry and dusty, her atmosphere musty. But her breath is frosty, her eyes are full of ice and her crown of stars is sharp as […]
The Emma Press Second Place Rosette launch. My reading: