We wake up one day and find out who we really are. Souls, hearts and lips touch; we feel it deep into our bones and say ‘Eres tu’: it’s me and it’s you. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Eres Tú Marian says that Carla Morrison needs no introduction […]
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The Thirteenth Metaphor
Ink waves on tide-planed shore disappear in foamy imprints in sand, where poems die, amber corpses in my hand. I exhale a breath into frozen pebbled mouths until their bones heave, paper miracles unfold and I rediscover ebb and flow of tides that cannot alter the progeny of my flesh. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My […]
They only come out at night…
ticking a tune like flicking teeth on a comb in the shadows of the mangroves: Technicolor crabs wielding lethal-looking purple claws at the ends of blood orange legs; peering with jack-o’-lantern eyes. They are benign eco warriors, leaf and seed collectors, feeders of the forest, unseen Costa Rican jewels of Halloween. Kim M. Russell, 2018 […]
On Rainy April Days…
morning air shivered with contrasts of skylark and raven raindrop songs rattled windows in long-ago rooms Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo Micro Poetry ~ Long-Ago Rooms Kerry says that the object of this challenge is to write poems of between one and twelve lines, in a form […]
This fine city…
fits like a comfortable pair of shoes. I wander meandering alleys of what was once England’s second largest city, flanked by half-timbered shops and houses, from Tombland to the market place. I totter sea-sick among neat rows of sweet-wrapper stalls, up ancient steps to the bookends of castle and cathedral; along the river, where boats […]
Waiting for…
moan and squeal boom and sigh gentle slap and tickle admonishing crash and sibilating spray rolling up the horizon and laying it out again Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: Waiting for… Izy’s here to kick off week two. She says that although her prompt, at face value, […]
Catalogued
In the historical passion of fashion for nature, for garb adorned with objets trouvés, our ancestors had tastes macabre and beauteous, satisfied appetites sartorial and carnivorous. We love the wild. As Wilde once said, each man kills the things he loves, but now we mourn the things we lost: sartorial elegance came at a cost. […]
Alphabet Shadows
There was no ABC, nothing in between those hopeful letters and the finality of XYZ. Just shadows of words that could have been. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Camera FLASH! ~ The April Edition Kerry says it’s time to strike a pose again with a photographic challenge for […]
Fan
I am weighty enough to buffet a heavy cloud of unwritten words gathered around her head. Her mouth itches with unspoken secrets – I am a token, an inky symbol brushed onto my bamboo ribs. She folds me into myself, from half moon to crescent, from foot to golden lotus, a message to be sent. […]
Yearning for Mist
Now that lambing storms are done, showers alternate with sun, teasing early honeysuckle to stretch tendrils studded with gem-like buds in pear drop pinks and yellows. Pert and youthful, they raise a smile but I yearn for the mellow shades of autumn, the russet, the ochre, and the artistry of soft, dissolving, misty mornings, and […]
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