by rosanne | May 31, 2017 | Story
We may not win the battle, she says. And while there’s always fear, somewhere down in the heart-sore depths of watching our children grow, there’s always fear that things can change in an eyeblink, that the wing-free lightness of the trilling dancers of...
by rosanne | Apr 16, 2017 | Poetry
Inspired by a Tumblr post I now can’t find… if you recognise the story, please contact me! There’s something about scarlet cushions and 1940s jazz, Dark bars and tiny crystal goblets filled with cloying golden wine And a promise of desire...
by rosanne | Mar 1, 2017 | Poetry
These are moments that you treasure, just sitting of a sunset, Shoulder to shoulder as you reminisce. And whether it’s Those memories of women’s decisions, the baby borne or the Journey halted, the intimacies and the violations, or whether It’s gasping...
by rosanne | Feb 15, 2017 | Poetry, Political
(With thanks and gratitude to Robert Borden) 1. 2017 was a good year for fear, a good year for screaming Not like some other good American years but it slid out of A year of celebrity death and televised suffering that we were all Only too...
by rosanne | Feb 1, 2017 | Poetry
Step out with me — the rocks and the waves are calling and I have something to show you. Step out with me — the ocean is singing to me, songs of spiral shells, seahorses, anemones and brine. Step out — you’re safe with me. It’s almost midsummer,...
