Ross Wilson
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‘New Year’: a poem by Ross Wilson
New Year Doors are locked to neighbours nowat midnight on Hogmanay,the ‘first-fit’ a thing of the past:my grandparents’ house heaving with guests,the coal fire crackling, the craicmixing with smoke in […]
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Two poems by Ross Wilson
Vital Organs ICU, Easter, 2020 An outsider looking in might imagine they were seeing the interior of a space ship; ventilators, dialysis machines, monitors surrounded […]