In the machinations of the cosmos, we’re on Earth below and high above us a silver lunar eye and swirling stars. We expect the unexpected, even when we know seasons must come around again in Nature’s karmic puppet show. Comedy or tragedy, she writes the rules in moon-silvered chalk; she sings the songs while we […]

10th August 2017

Like a soft-boiled egg cracked with a spoon, thoughts dribble and congeal. Grey clouds are drifting candle smoke. Mocked by the drooping willow, I gaze past my reflection in the window: another birthday and autumn’s on its way. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver # 131 […]


buds in mouth and flowers, a saporous feast of flavours: pizza erupts, a volcano of chilli, garlic and oregano; zingy ginger tea cleanses busy gustatory senses; an unripe plum, quite sour, not the buttery-sweet ambrosia of a nectarine or peach, because the riper, plumper ones were out of reach. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Images found on […]