Waxing Rhetorical

Have you ever said goodnight to a lopsided moon? Did you watch its waxing light illuminate the branches of a silver birch? Did you lower the blind on the mournful flute of a disembodied owl’s hoot? Or did you peer into darkness, hoping for a glimpse of its ghostly silhouette and to feel the soundless […]

Grandmother’s Shoes

She had a closet full of shoes she wouldn’t throw away, reminders of the comfy days when every shoe would fit. For me, it was a treasure trove of giant shoes for a four-year-old to slide across the lino, Ginger to my grandfather’s Astaire. I was completely unaware of the agony of her size three […]


We ride distorted monsters beyond sandcastle borders, past pebbles and fizzing foam to whispering eel grass meadows. Tethered to stalks, their snaking chameleon tails swish, graceful gliding curlicues, neither horse nor fish. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Border, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform […]

A Day for Shade

Tucked into a shallow bowl of shady hills, a gun-metal grey saucer of a lake reflects the silhouette of a small bird of prey hunting on wings back-swept, shadowing skylarks and pipits, playing tag with cumuli scudding their own penumbrae. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on britainandbritishness.com My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics […]