Maxine Rose Munro

      He grows  I gave birth to Restless, and oh how he prowls this house, testing, testing the strength of my walls. Pushing at limits to find weaknesses he stores for future use, careful with his words. He knows soon will come his time, not mine. I...

Maxine Rose Munro

    Word Child  The child who has never seen trees won’t trust words because there’s never not another, better way to say it. She thinks word lovers are like over-eager victorian collectors pinning down butterflies and beetles in glass coffins....

Maxine Rose Munro

      A Simple Dish Bones of the sea pour out a salt shaker into the pot. Delicate, desiccated hedge from far, far away adds flavour and aroma. Dried fungi float, neither plant nor animal, unique in this world – trick of evolution or God’s...

Maxine Rose Munro

  Moving On Disjointed we sit amid boxes, you and I lost in the tape and wrap of it all. New life for us we had said. Our old life had floundered, had stalled so soon after birth we had not recognized the truth till now. You make me coffee. Kettle boils on bare...