Congratulations to author Kim M. Russell on the publication of her autobiographical poetry pamphlet, All Grown Up Now. This beautifully crafted poetry collection is available from Amazon.com, Waterstones.com and Barnesandnoble.com. The online launch party will take place today at 6pm GMT. Kim will be talking about the inspiration behind the collection, and reading some of... Continue Reading →
I long to be long in your armsin your hand-holdmy lovehow I long to belong I long to be boldwith your charmsmeasured tenfoldmy lovehow I long to be bold I love to be lovedby your caresses blessedhow I love to be lovedmy beloved So I’m ending my songwith a kiss and a blessingI waitwhere I long... Continue Reading →
Bewitched pigsflaming leavesbent, twisted twigs,a wind which weaves,mourns, moans of melodyhaunts with its poetryhand-in-hand you-and-mewalking a gold-coin trimmed alleythrough the cold veil of autumn. All this heat and symmetry remembered, how thebreath peals, wreathed in mistencircling thissacred geometry. Today is heavy:Rain falls and you aren't hereI call up the crystal screenstare hard into andthrough the ubiquitous... Continue Reading →
LoveI want to shelter deep within your heartfor I am part of you, as you of me:there is no shelter when we are apart LoveI want to shelter you within my armsfrom a thousand thousand worldly cares and harmsin silence, as we listen to the wind’s song Childnine moons I sheltered you beneath my breast,I wrote... Continue Reading →
Man writes in his pompousnessof my magnificence, Iinspire in him dread and awe Often, I would see himface upturned in the valley belowstraining his head-stalk, watching my swoop and plough Catching a thermal, hitching a free ride, up, upto the dizzying wideempty blue (or often, grey)with a clear eye to search out prey The truth... Continue Reading →
Come midnight hour of Halloween, lightbright candles against the creatures unseen,until the veil between the worlds cracks slight--then ghosts, ghouls, fairies gather to convene. The Fairy Queen rides to collect your soul,or leaves a body in your place, a traceof magic in the air. But ghouls take all--eat heart and face, leave nothing to embrace.... Continue Reading →
I've the next chapter waiting in the wings, but my son's been quarantined because of a case of Covid in the nursery. Furthermore, the laundry's piling up, and there are groceries to buy, and everyone needs their tea. This is the kind of writer's block I experience. The words are always there, but sometimes I... Continue Reading →
In a continuation of my series of readings from The Anthropocene Hymnal, today Constance Bourg gives a moving and thought-provoking reading of her poem 'Dunston Checks Out.' https://youtu.be/TUVBXd44QxM Constance Bourg reads 'Dunston Checks Out' Constance BourgConstance Bourg lives in the Flemish part of Belgium, where she volunteers at her local library. Her poems have appeared... Continue Reading →
To mark the publication of The Anthropocene Hymnal, I present my reading of 'Destiny of this earth' by Gabriela Marie Milton, which is included in the anthology. I hope I have done justice to her profound and beautiful words. Over the next few weeks, I will be featuring many of the poets from the anthology,... Continue Reading →
I dreamt of you last night, and I was glad of that, because I haven't seen you in a long time. It's already past five years. There I was, wrapped up in my own little world with all of its perceived problems, and there you were, sat at a cash register, frantically working away while... Continue Reading →
