by Orna Ross | Sep 20, 2011 | Fiction |
IN AUTUMN OF 1916, Iseult Gonne sent a long letter to her friend and mentor, WB Yeats, in which she referred to his recent critique of her writing: “I am most thankful to you for those criticisms you have made on my scribblings,” she wrote. “Yes, they are bad. I...
by Orna Ross | Mar 12, 2011 | Poetry |
The Writer's Call: A Poem Your words must clear the ground for love, I heard it all declare. I kissed my pen, swore this decree to air. Then set to work on bended knee, a childlike creep through house and street, to clean through what’s encrusted there. It’s done for...