Hidden in a corner filled with the the dusty smell of old books and lingering yawns the weight of paper, I am nonplussed at the heaviness of words on paper held down by a paperweight and, when I fold them into corners, they gain in weight, treasures in my ink-stained hands while I illatebrate. How […]

Native Town

my native town far, far away– burgeoning trees                                       Santoka Taneda my native town smaller than I remember fading memories far, far away summer lasts forever drenched in peach juice burgeoning trees gentle breeze rustles petals scenting my dreams Kim M. Russell, 3rd June 2019   My response to Carpe Diem #1673 Troiku Month […]