Devouring the Salmon

In all the seven long yearsof fishing for the salmonof knowledge, Finn,each time I tugged your line,you threw me back in,my silver-scaled tail shimmering,pert breasts pearled with water.You had no idea what you were missing. Years passed, I dived and swam,and eventually you snagged the salmon,gave it to your servant, Fionn,with strict instructions: cook it, […]

Why Spillage?

Why did you ponder on that daythat started with a shower of rain?You could have started with a rayof sunshine and then waylaidus with a downpour.Just saying. Why did you have to go on aboutthe many hues of green and shoutthe praise of buds that sproutand burst with leaves, withoutconsidering the soil?I’d like to know. […]

Tiny Promises

they dance on sunlight inhabiting air luminescent in another dimension blossoming hedges hum with pollen- dusted bees zipping in and out of f l e o r w s carrying honeyed promises Kim M. Russell, 12th April 2022 On the twelfth day of NaPoWrimo, the challenge is the opposite of yesterday’s: to invert our inspiration […]

There’s a lot you don’t know about gnats

So wicked are these summer larvae,with their sun-blessed insect wings,swarming the cemetery, suckingblood like vampires of the day. But you are not to know or carethat they travelled here through time,tiny chrononauts buzzing in your eara warning from a future clime.   Kim M. Russell, 12th April 2021 Free image found on 123RF My response […]