Wired for Sound

in the middle of a field eyes squeezed tightly shut mouth open wide fingers in ears sound is suspended now and then a motorbike roars and whines cars hum in the distance senses open to patch of blue taste of earth and thud of heart Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub […]

Fractured by Traffic

On the village green, bones of goalposts lean at both ends of the empty pitch. I ring-a-round-a-rosy, hugging sidelines, daisy-stitched, tanging of cut grass. Each time it passes, it fractures the stillness, the arrhythmic ebb and flow of traffic as it comes and goes. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]

April Drizzle

Amidst an army of slim trunks and branches, starkly silver across the bruise of swollen clouds, a shimmering shaft of optimistic sunlight explodes with April drizzle. Ephemeral rain-shadows dissolve into prismatic bows and rippling puddles sparkle with liquidity, intensifying spring and her growing pellucidity. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to […]