Modigliani Moods

Pavement cafés scatter cobbles of Montmartre. Whores step over ditches, become painted queens. He flings his cape, adjusts his scarf, picks his way through muddy lanes and creaking, swaying studios of the Bateau Lavoir – and dreams of dancing naked with sloe-eyed models under stars. Kim M. Russell, 2017   My second response to Thotpurge’s […]

Wavering

horizontal line scrawls, descending from the sky to the lake below flash of white as tails upend moon-shimmered sails wavering Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Thotpurge’s Micropoetry Month Rajani has kicked off the November 2017 Micropoetry Month with a couple of modern haiku/senryu.  She says, If the poems or the theme or just […]