Alison McCrossan
alison-mc.bsky.social
Alison McCrossan
@alison-mc.bsky.social
Paints for the pure joy hobby of it. Writes poetry and fiction-hard working and persistent it seems. Writing in Southword, Orbis, Prole, The Honest Ulsterman, Abridged, Stand, Anthropocene, elsewhere. LL, The National Poetry Comp. SL, Bridport
the title alone would draw me in, but that (blurb?) most certainly has me interested too. Look forward to reading it.
December 28, 2025 at 7:38 PM
You too, Molly! 🎄
December 27, 2025 at 9:19 PM
my heart says yes, it was wrong. We don't listen to the heart enough.
December 26, 2025 at 9:13 PM
Lovely light touch in this poem with a tug.

Lots of new reading for me going into new year. Ta very much, agus go raibh maith agat!
December 25, 2025 at 2:31 PM
They are!
December 23, 2025 at 5:25 PM
coz their cute as a bird and have a red hue as does the robin on its breast, maybe a robin visited you the day you chose each other.
December 23, 2025 at 5:23 PM
ooooh!
December 17, 2025 at 9:13 PM
Poetry may be better at 'answering' "dystopian nightmares" though observational, ahum

Is there correlation between poetry being poo pooed and alternatives to oppression and war (whether economic and societal violence, or of the trenches) being 'overlooked' and 'swiped' - in loose but real sense?
December 11, 2025 at 8:43 PM
well within his rights 🤣
December 11, 2025 at 8:52 AM
Ah, RIP. Too young.
December 10, 2025 at 5:27 PM
Giddy up!

Dead right. Fall, in my case lay down a good while, get back up!
December 9, 2025 at 10:59 PM
Oh thank you! I think I will!
December 9, 2025 at 10:57 PM
2/2

Hmmmmm

I give up for long periods, then submit to couple places.....
December 9, 2025 at 10:56 PM