by Orna Ross | Oct 25, 2015 | Poetry
For Wang Wei. And Fiona. Here, autumn has not yet plucked the last of the leaves. Evening mist has nothing to hold but the trees. It’s that time of day, that time of year, when poems come. That ache to be here, to be heard. Surely, soon? You relieve it with love,...
by Orna Ross | Dec 31, 2011 | Poetry |
Towards A Creative 2012: Part 3. They don't publish the good news. The good news is published by us. We have a special edition every moment, and we need you to read it. The good news is that you are alive, and the linden tree is still there, standing firm in the harsh...