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Maxine Rose Munro

They were Old when I was Young Her Her I didn’t visit, not myself. She lived in one room. Curtains I remember better than the face – screens to corner that was Kitchen. I remember no windows, one door, one … Continue reading

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Maxine Rose Munro

Edges Cliff edge, edge of three worlds only one of which is mine. The water’s below. Under, around and in front is air in which birds wheel and whirl. Seaweed waves in liquid deeps, leafy forests I can never walk … Continue reading

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