Biography of Ross Mackay
Ross Mackay Poems
There Be, There Be
The shimmer of the morning cold seemed to stroke its fingers across my late morning dream. You turned towards me,
Smoking In The Dark
The dust bowl of my poisoned breath The tepid low narcotic test The tempered brain falls from the nest The captive tied a King in jest
Intolerance: Love's Struggle Through The...
Our play is made up of four different stories, laid in different periods of history, each with its own set of characters
Fetch Me My Water And Gun
Cario, Cario, Cario
Martell Overture Part Ii: 'solstice Danc...
She whithers in the wind, she crumbles in my hand. I set the table for Sunday dinner, just for myself, no one else was coming.
Martell Overture Part I: 'Where She Watc...
The night will bite like fingers on an egg, leave a tang on the tongue like old coffee. The holy neophyte with cat like tread and wading through the elm heartwood
Martell Overture (Complete)
- -Where She Watches Over Babylon- -
Where way down east, broken blossoms in her hair, in the birth of a nation, the intolerance in her stare-
It's In That Falling Dew
It's in that falling dew, the quaint gardens and the moss brown patios held down by the rain, settling like bubbling salt to the sideways eye in the sky.
The Field At Night
To the field at night, yellow crisp moon dips its paintbrush, into the tar sea of grass. Sombre spectre in woe,
Intolerance Part Iv: Judea And The Holy ...
Judea and the Holy Intervention
Intolerance Part Iii: The St Bartholomew...
1572 A.D. Paris. Brown Eyes, make me your goodnight kiss.
Intolerance Part Ii: Ancient Babylon
539 B.C, Ancient Babylon
Intolerance Part I: 1914, The Modern Age
Out of the cradle, endlessly rocking
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,