My first time in New York, by the Hudson, under a black umbrella. So much rain, waterlogged shoes, and Miss Liberty draped in cloud and fog. Open umbrellas in an open-topped bus, watercolour city. Dodging puddles on Fifth Avenue, we found shelter under awnings. New York dripping in my ears, American sentences in the rain. […]
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Solitude
In the solitude of the mooring, I watch boats tug their ropes, feel the breath of the river, hear it trickling, peace pooling among the withered gold of autumn grass and whispering thistles, its only mantra the chink of metal, splash and ripple. A swan glides into view. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to […]
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