‘Orion is a giant leap forward for Johnston. This time around, Johnston has compiled a richly rounded poem that flows beautifully as one piece, one entity. And yet, for those readers who prefer to dip in and out of a collection, each perfectly sculpted stanza can also be appreciated in isolation.’ Louise Richardson, Culture Northern

‘I love the simple class and quality of the poems – and of the book’: Sean Street


Such lightness, buoyancy, this
smiling warmth; could I be happy?

Fortune rolls us in her palm,
fresh seeds, then
scatters us to the ocean.

Absorbed into his orbit,
my fragments –
blazing, scintillating – soar.

Stepping from my chrysalis, I
am all
new flesh; be tender with me.