Seven Days

I live in dark corners, a scuttling spider drawing you to my web. Ding dong dell, Pussy’s in the well, drowning in despair and dripping hair. The jerky gait on the video tape is a symptom of my pain, reflected in the depths of eyes that kill or drive you insane Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]

House of Trees

Many branches have been lost. Storm scars heal and leaves rain. Strong-standing trees twinkle with sunlight again, billowing autumn with colourful drifts and crunch of acorns underfoot. In the heart of oaken breasts, squirrels busily stock their nests, warm and winter ready. We too have taken stock: logs are stacked and kindling’s chopped; soon there […]