by Orna Ross | Aug 20, 2016 | Poetry |
On my back in the dark. given up to night, I lie, a fool aground. A suckling. yearning, turning in want and will, smothering in the urges of the underneath. Up there the spangled stars. The moon: one-quarter lit and on the wane. Hiding its hollows in its divide. And...
by Orna Ross | Feb 8, 2022 | Poetry |
It’s long been my daily practice to play with a well-known form of poetry called haiku, as a way of fostering creative presence. Lately I’ve started posting my haiku on Instagram, accompanied by a photograph or video of that moment, as haiku stories. Or in Instagram...
by Orna Ross | Jun 19, 2016 | Poetry |
The work is continuing in the background, building the Creativist Club for all those who are interested in learning more about how to apply the creative process to everything in life: money, friends, work, home. With the aid of the wonderful Pixbee Design, the Club...
by Orna Ross | May 26, 2016 | Poetry |
Love hurts, they say. I say, no way. The only thing that never hurts is love. Lust festers, envy bites. Loss skewers, rejection spikes. Passion burns, craving seethes. Romance dazzles, lonesome bleeds. Well yes, indeed. But none of the above is love. Love helps, love...
by Orna Ross | Feb 14, 2016 | Poetry
I’m writing this on Valentine’s Day 2016, at a sunny table outside Cole St cafe in The Haight, 6000 miles away from The Hub. He is in London, I am in San Francisco. But love is what the scientists call non-local and no problem for it to leap continent and ocean. He...
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,...