A good start to the poetic year with a poem in the January 2018 issue, Vol. 5, Chapter 3 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem on page 14 or you can link directly to the poem, entitled ‘Brilliant Explosion’.
Any More Fares?
To a young child, the jagged edge of paper poked out like a tongue from the machine slung round the conductor’s neck. ‘Any more fares, please?’ With a rattle of his handle he conjured a miniature scroll, a ticket printed with conundrums to last the big red bus ride home. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My […]
Black Dog
fairy tale ending a black dog’s envious eyes shining gratitude Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1341 The Story of the second Old Man and of the Two Black Dogs
Struggling to Think
I have never known complete silence. Just pin pricks in the backdrop of white noise, where darkness seeps into quiet moments. Memories rain into my never empty mind, daydreams creep up and worry at my imagination like dogs with bones, persistent ringing of the telephone, or the doorbell. Traffic passes, […]
Open
The door to another year has opened to let me in – or is it out? Chill air wakens my lungs, new and fresh it forces me to breathe deeply, open my lips and sing with the promise of green buds and snowdrops, old friends and new birth. I just have to step out the […]
The Old Man and the Hind
envious magic diluted in nature’s tears conquered by kindness Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1340 The Story of the first Old Man and of the Hind Scheherazade continues to save her life with ‘The Story of the First Old Man and of the Hind’, a story I have heard of but […]
Storytelling
we are all dreamers in long nights full of shadows new stories take shape Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1339 The Merchant and the Genie One of the things I love about Carpe Diem is being introduced to new ideas, stories and writers. ‘The Merchant and the Genie’ is new to […]
Libertango
Arriving at the Gare du Nord, I disembark from the train to a guttural dawn chorus – I’ve heard that sound before. The morning platform’s cold, tinged with piss and alcohol. As I pass a street café, a newspaper hawker’s cry starts up the day and Gitanes and coffee grab me in a piquant embrace, […]
Scheherazade
night scents on a breeze breathing courage and magic fairy tale unfolds Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1338 The Arabian Nights In the first month of 2018, we are diving into the world of 1001 Nights and Japanese fairy-tales. We have started with Chèvrefeuille giving us the background to Scheherazade’s story. […]
Scrooged
I struggle with leftovers and dregs of good cheer; dinner repeats itself and Christmas tinnitus continues to ring in my ear. Although I vaguely remember many times that I’ve been here, I know that I will make the leap of faith into another year. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
