Mother Holle

Loaves steam, apple scent curls and twists from the cauldron; hot breathy spells rise and pop with piquant punctuation in Mother Holle’s kitchen. Her sinister hand conjures incantations, her dexter spins and weaves them needle prick by needle prick into something lyrical and more poetic. She no longer has the youth and charms to lure […]

The Seventh Gate

rising at the gate winter sun spreads little warmth sharing its wisdom Kim M. Russell, 2017   My response to Carpe Diem #1304 The Seventh Gate Chèvrefeuille tells us that, as he was reading the Rubaiyat, there were several quatrains he didn’t understand, which sounded magical and mysterious. Today’s Quatrain XXXI is such a quatrain: […]