Sunday Afternoons

"Along winding country roads, September's trees stand tall. Adorned in vibrant gowns of beautiful despair...they await the season's changing and whisper their laments of summer's passing, into autumn'..."

"I feel it throughthe facility of bodily perception,of gut sensation.I can sense it,this impending agony.With such capacity, that it isas if Nemesis herself,were sneering back at methrough the lurid fa..."

"motley autumn leavessoftly touched with random strokeby nature's paintbrushHaiku poems consist of 3 lines with the beat of 5,7,5. no rhyme and no punctuation. They usually portray a scene in nature an..."

"He came...ravished my bodyraped me of my soulHe left...me as a sacrificemy demons to controlNancy A. Russelltalking of a sexual attack when I was very young. Written October 5th, 2001 © on Oct 05 200..."

"SadlyOur dreams,Our loves, our desires,Separate,Crumble, twitchAnd silently drift amongShadowsOf incomplete Memories, abandoned with time,ForeverNancy A. Russell Written October 5th, 2001 © on Oct 05..."

"I see her still sitting silently, playing there. Shifting stones, smooth and round in amongst the silky sand, on which she sits. I see her soft, wind swept hair, tossed by breezes into warm salt air ..."