I would love to return to the seasideon a sixties time machine ride,where my sister and I used to playwith our plastic buckets and spades. I would feel the sand between my toes,watch the waves crash on the stones,and run down to the sea to fill my bucketwith water to pour in our sandcastle’s moat. […]
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Transistor Radio
No crystal clarity of stereoor speaker power(to speak of)but my battery-powered transistor radioaccompanied methroughout dayswhen I was not at schooland undercover at night,where I’d tune into pirates of the airwaves,a patchouli-scented teenagerin a council flatimagining Woodstock or Monterey. Kim M. Russell, 22nd April 2021 Image by Alex Blăjan on Unsplash My response to NaPoWriMo Day […]
Saddleworth Moor
This poem is rather dark and morbid for a Sunday morning, but I have been thinking about it for a long time. I was reminded of it by a recent article I read about Saddleworth Moor and recalled the impact the moors murderers, Brady and Hindley, had on me as a child – the personification of bogeymen […]
writing in north norfolk 