by MARIA BONAR In my youth, the willow tree trailed branches like maidens’ tresses by the still, quiet waters of the Monkland canal teenage sweethearts slipped under the canopy for long steamy kisses on the mossy earth below inside, a…
by MARIA BONAR red dirt, ancient flat top mountains searing blue sky, scent of spinifex a distant swollen boab tree the silhouette of a rock wallaby appears briefly on top of the mount no breath of wind, no birdsong I…
by MARIA BONAR September transforms the landscape from red earth, to carpets of daisy-like everlastings with sprinklings of spider orchids, purple fringed lilies star flowers, kangaroo paws, in pops of colour like graduates at a high school ball plain banksia…
Maria Bonar writes poetry, short fiction and creative nonfiction. Her writing has appeared in Award Winning Australian Writing, Creatrix, numerous anthologies and online publications. A former CEO, nurse, social health researcher and parole officer, often travelling solo in rural and…
