‘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.
Play the grey wind. Let breezes decide.
Just go, and thrive in the wide.
Stepping from my chrysalis, I
new flesh; be tender with me.