Orkney A poem by Robert Strickland OrkneyUnbroken moorsawash with purple.A patched skynot quite yieldingto the light.And the gulls screamed.The sea, crashing,in the controlled violenceof an onslaught continues,defied, until finally somethingjust gives wayand falls.A paleolithic sunsetover emerging paths,we walk, our feetcold-soaked.... Continue Reading →