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...
by Orna Ross | Mar 27, 2011 | Poetry |
The Writer's Call: “…I work for you kind reader, dear,/who walks my words across the page,/who seeks clear ground in paths I’ve made…” Speechless: “…Kings will do/what kings do. Soldiers too./And if you don't want to know, I won’t...
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...
by Orna Ross | Nov 14, 2010 | Poetry |
By Lucille Clifton. why is what i ask myself maybe it is the afrikan in me still trying to get home after all these years but when I wake to the heat of morning galloping down the highway of my life something hopeful rises in me rises and runs me out into the road and...
by Orna Ross | Oct 31, 2010 | Poetry |
In the amber of a late October, altered by illness and a mauling from friends, we have come again to London, and come one to the other, in truth, it seems, for the first time in twenty-something years. These are our days. Above, white lines from Heathrow streak the...