Tempest

The sea awakens as a kraken from steady in-and-out of sleep, rises from the deep, utters a staccato stutter of briny breath (with undertones of birth and death). Its growl grows, rocks and rolls waves into oceanic roar, a seismic tempest never heard before. Kim M. Russell, 13th January 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]

Breaking the Silence of January

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 […]