Shadow Puppet

On mid-winter afternoons, by half past three, restless rooks have gathered in leafless trees. Frosty fields are torn by the lowering sun; the sky darkens and the witching hour’s begun. In the dim half-light, windows start to glow and shadow puppets haunt lanes and hedgerows. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday […]

The girl who was made of ink and tears…

collected them over the years, spilled and scribbled down her fears on paper full of splashes, smears and smudges, oaths and prayers: a panoply of emotional souvenirs. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt “It’s all in the title” Today’s title prompt involves working with variations of the same title instead […]