clement weather strips patina strips wizened bark of winter […]
Eres Tu
We wake up one day and find out who we really are. Souls, hearts and lips touch; we feel it deep into our bones and say ‘Eres tu’: it’s me and it’s you. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Eres Tú Marian says that Carla Morrison needs no introduction […]
Pond
In next-door’s garden there’s a sparkling circle of water, unruffled by wind and rain. I often wonder if the refection of leaves and clouds, if its pristine perfection has ever been cracked, shattered by the density of stone, […]
The Thirteenth Metaphor
Ink waves on tide-planed shore disappear in foamy imprints in sand, where poems die, amber corpses in my hand. I exhale a breath into frozen pebbled mouths until their bones heave, paper miracles unfold and I rediscover ebb and flow of tides that cannot alter the progeny of my flesh. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My […]
Rainbow
A rainbow is the marriage of sunlight and rain. When kissed by a raindrop, a beam of white light disperses, in a similar way to light through a glass prism, into the colours at the ends of the visible light spectrum. We are taught about optical phenomena in school science lessons. However, as a child […]
Beginning a Poem with a Line By Heaney
To flood, with vowelling embrace, a page agape at my pen’s impudence, is to leave wounds of words upon its face, carved with the sharp and flat of consonants. Blood is ink dried in thirsty lines and margins, annotated stanzas, editor’s cut and thrust. All the while my stack of notebooks burgeons, shrouded in poetry […]
They only come out at night…
ticking a tune like flicking teeth on a comb in the shadows of the mangroves: Technicolor crabs wielding lethal-looking purple claws at the ends of blood orange legs; peering with jack-o’-lantern eyes. They are benign eco warriors, leaf and seed collectors, feeders of the forest, unseen Costa Rican jewels of Halloween. Kim M. Russell, 2018 […]
Broadway
The show is over. Darkness settles on seats with a reverent hush. Outside, hum and sparkle limp towards dawn. Late night bars exhale alcohol clouds and taxis zip along Broadway, bright yellow sharks. daffodils bow heads the show must come to an end buds burst in applause Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe […]
Kaleidoscope Vision
her eyes are broken lozenges of shifting glass patterns of rainbows Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Vision
How to Approach a Supernova
Ten Don’t get too close. Nine You are no super-human astronaut in the thrall of a brutal, brilliant cosmic flash. Eight Keep away from powerful explosions brighter than the Milky Way. Seven You know, it may not be a supernova. Six It may well be the freaky death throes of a star, torn apart by […]
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