And not forgetting the mist

If I should forget you in the mist of growing old I’ll remember to grasp that mist and not let go. I’ll weave the threads between my fingers, tie knots to help them linger just a little longer to remind me of the autumn mist along the coast and the first time we kissed. Kim […]

November Poppies

the war was over her childhood sweetheart didn’t return and those blood-red out-of-season poppies bloomed each year in November Kim M. Russell, 11th November 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Cherita  also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry This weekend Marian brings us the cherita, a form created by […]