The Hollow Earth

The hollow earth callswith a hollow voice,hollow words thudas they fall into mudand winter-dead bracken. How strange that hollowsshould pierce the earthwith yellow burstsof daffodil, narcissus,celandine and crocus. Kim M. Russell, 1st April 2023 April 1 is here, accompanied by the first day of NaPoWriMo. I’m following the National Poetry Writing Month on Facebook and […]


muscle, artery and veina slice of knifespray of blood and painand fall of head in handsnot mine but mineis vengeanceswapping bloodfor turpentine and oilthumbscrew torture of a sybil for a quick deatha last breath Kim M. Russell For NaPoWriMo Day 1 A story about the body Artemisia Gentileschi – Self portrait as the Allegory of […]

At the end of the party…

when it all slows down, music, body, brain, you feel like you’ve been drinking acid rain. Lights explode into colours and shadows are palpable; in the dark corners of a sofa, some are even huggable. Darkness starts to fade, daylight begins to hover through gaps in the morning and a mother of a hangover and […]

Unexpected Guests

gathering flowers unexpected guests come to dinner                  Jane Reichhold      gathering flowers in the heat of the evening the shadows lengthen unexpected guests break the stillness of twilight knocking at the door come to dinner animated shadows spread from candlelight’s glow Kim M. Russell, 3rd June 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1672 Troiku Month (1) […]