Author Archives: rosross

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.

Seasons

These days they call the Autumn of years, are really no different to those which would be   called a Summer or a Spring, or even a Winter, for, like the seasons, there is the constant hold of our   … Continue reading

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Moving house

Packing up the pieces of a life now gone, soon to be repeated, in another home, and yet in the moving, some things will not last; different time and spaces, their own taste will cast. In the ever-changing, flow, of … Continue reading

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We may not like what someone says but we must defend their right to say it!

So Margaret Court says tennis is full of lesbians and she has concerns over the welfare of younger players.   Let’s not kid ourselves, there are variations on human sexuality wherever it appears and just as there was a Rolf … Continue reading

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Run

Run the music magically, let the notes full shine, sing the wonder deeply; tease the stilted mind. Hear the message flimsy, know it is a truth, soul does speak in silence; trips up doubt as proof. Three, the sacred number, … Continue reading

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Sharing the bed

I couldn’t bear to think of you, at nights when sleep denies, but sitting always at my side, the smell of you resides. The bed had shrunk to hide me, no room for you to share. and yet your presence … Continue reading

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Autumn leaves

Leaves linger in surrendered shrouds, holding lightly to the last of Summer, sodden in their fraying moments; knowing that the hour draws closer when they must fall and fall and fall out of the place they called home, finding new … Continue reading

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Sign

image Sign the moment quietly, pull the tassel loud, line the speakers solemnly; tug on love’s pure shroud. Tap the board of honesty, drum the song of hope, work to build the bouquet; hum with every stroke. Drape the orange … Continue reading

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