Ross Mackay


Biography of Ross Mackay

Ross Mackay poet

I'll hit my head against the wall until I'm tuned in to...

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Gish

Where way down east,
broken blossoms in her hair,
in the birth of a nation,
the intolerance in her stare-
that green-eyed devil.
Her pearl toes over the prairies,
sat next to a cradle,
playing a lewd Ophelia rocking,
and falling on the ice-caps,

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