I had such a lovely time round at Sue’s before that I have come back again for another visit. Luckily, she didn’t slam the door in my face, and in fact, made me feel very welcome. As my blog is less niche and more mish-mash,  I found it a little tricky as to what to write…

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I am not a writer per se

I do not have exotic holidays

No huge weightloss to boast

No recipes to post

And I don’t work out every day!

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I am pretty rubbish at art

With SEO, I don’t even know where to start

At fashion, I fail

And dancing as well

And for marketing, I don’t have the heart.

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Giving parenting advice, I will pass

Photography, I’d be bottom of the class

My sewing is erratic

I’m no gardening fanatic

And I can’t tell you how best to clean glass!

She was a Wichita wife,
married to a lineman:
years of mending holes in overalls
stitching up their life
and waiting for his calls.

Now she trudges lonely roads,
past sagging wires and endless lines of poles,
straight as the hems she used to sew.

She heads west towards the fire
of the setting sun,
listening for his song in the wire,
threading as she goes.

Kim M. Russell, 2017

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My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #161

The first thing that came into my head when I saw this image was that song by Glen Campbell, strangely haunting me from my childhood.

 Hi! Welcome to Rave Reviews Book Club’sSpring Book & Block Party. (For all the stops and oodles of chances to win a myriad of prizes, check out all the RRBC posts throughout the month-long tour.)

This stop? Staci Troilo’s site currently hosted in Fayetteville, Arkansas, USA.

Today I’m Giving Prizes to Two Lucky Winners:

First Prize: $15 Amazon Gift Card
Second Prize: Medici Protectorate SWAG Pack

SWAG Pack Contains: 1 Pen, 1 Magnet, 1 Bookmark, & 1 Sticky Note Pad

^{Prizes awarded to US commenters only.}

Today I want to talk about weaving history into contemporary stories. I like a good historical tale every once in a while, but I tend to read contemporary fiction a lot more often. That doesn’t mean history has to be abandoned, though.

One of my favorite things to do is research. I used to love writing research papers in school. Sure, I…

is not fear itself but ourselves. I am my own worst enemy – or maybe my mind is. It keeps me awake at night with a stream of thoughts and nightmares. It started when I was a child. Listening to adults talk or the news on the radio sparked so many fears of the unknown: horrific stories of what happened to friends and family in the Second World War; the Cold War gave me chills; the Vietnam War was thousands of miles away but it was there on the television in terrifying black and white. Later, I was afraid that I couldn’t keep my child safe. That I would let her down. She’s made it into adulthood. Now I fear for the grandchildren I don’t even have yet.

gnarled knots on branches
exploding with spring blossom
survival instinct

Kim M. Russell, 2017

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday:…