It was on the Bohemian trail, a hippy journey to her soul, when she met an insouciant bird that flew ahead on road and rail and led her to her illusory goal with never a chiding word. An old cassette of favourite songs in the bottom of her backpack reminded her of friends she left […]
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Parallel World
In a parallel world I’m a party girl excited by background noise, pungent smoke and sweat of boys. I tend to do what I please to awestruck lovers on their knees, whose nerves are weak and pulses strong; their mal de coucou will soon be gone when I spill their blood and quell their fire, […]
Fallen into Bedlam
She woke to the sound of a quarrel, surrounded by whitewashed narrow walls. But they couldn’t whitewash sorrow with a smattering of hollow words. It was all a masquerade, this singing in Bedlam, a one-woman parade, to escape the man who had sprayed her life with his rotten sheen, turned her into something obscene to […]
The Last Summer I Went Swimming
Eaten up by a voracious ambedo, dazzled by a blackberry-shaped cloud, I crumbled in the tide of a summer lido, where eminent locals misbehaved. Taking care not to be noticed in my one-piece swimming suit, I switched from breast-stroke to paddle, shook chlorine off my wings and took flight. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found […]
Hyacinth
Simple hyacinths assembled in a bowl exude sickly breath of Altschmerz and sorrow. In the cleft lattice of a flower head, a liquid pearl trickles down the insidiousness of a fading petal curl, a reminder that mortals become weak and spent, and what firmness and agility once meant to a young boy who let two […]
To the Rescue
She meanders with a heavy heart down the passage of lutalica, a world apart that makes her feel less mediocre. An assail-ant, greedy insect, skins a razor, holds it against her helpless cheek, where the indent will linger for a week. Instantly, rescue emerges from the shadows, wielding trusty bow and arrows, the Robin Hood […]
Modern Love
Passion blooms, flashover of heliotrope, innocent iridescence of hope. Unlatched in modern media, Facebook likes, Snapchat, text and tweet, they are inseparable. No shy ballet, linking arms, touching legs under a table or harmony of kisses at a station: long distance heat. One click to levitate above a situation that gets too hot. Kim M. […]
Man-Made Mayhem
A fragment of lodestone is lodged like the Snow Queen’s ice in my heart, a magnet for wytal* absurdities which are chewing my senses apart. They flock together in an ashen sky: irreversible infestations, a billowing canopy of simmering ridiculousness attracted to me. I know they are innocent and I must stay calm: pear-shaped bananas […]
Withstanding the Asylum
I hold it close against my chest, an exotic emerald scarab, carapaced beetle of afflatus. A hard face hides my longanimity; I refuse to cringe from my jailer, use the crescent moon to filter noise of other sufferers within these walls and, when I retrieve the bowl of watery stew from the ledge below the […]
Magic Tree
How good and magical it would be to grow my own mirabilis tree: apotropaic holly, hazel and rowan are all quite plausible. I’d abandon all my flaws and fears, in one bald gesture quell my tears; enter a new and different age as Lucida, white tree witch and sage. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found […]
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