Eyes Wide Open

At five o’clock, the moon’s face Peered into my window, Suspended in the space Between the branches of the willow, Pregnant with poetry. At six, I blindly tip-toed down the shadow Of the stairs, carefully Cradling my lunar embryo, Crooning a lullaby, a celestial tune To soothe the baby moon. At dawn, the poem was […]

A Poem Comes to Life

The white bones of a poem long for words, flesh of their existence. Wily words prick, leaving indelible tattoos on the poet’s soul, squirming onto a page, punctuated with Rorschach blots. The poet splits into three: artist, scribe and critic talk among themselves. Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: The […]

A Round of Robins

Tucked into a bowl of shallow hills, where icicles hang and chill snow spills over the valley like milk on cornflakes, is a cosy chocolate yule log cabin, home to the guardian of Christmas robins. Stoking a crackling stove with wood, she prepares a feast of woodland food: fat balls, berries, nuts and seeds to […]