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Sarah Munn
Author & Poet
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Crossing the Equator
There were four of us who journeyed across the Equator, plus those left behind and some who insisted on remaining in the memory,...
Sarah Munn
6 min read


Vincent's Holly and Sometimes a Puma?
“Grandfather, I’m curious about the annual train journeys my great Uncle Vincent took. Apparently every Christmas he would accompany the...
Sarah Munn
5 min read


Just a pair of brown trousers
As a young child I was always out on my trike socialising! We lived in a village long associated with mums family, on the edge of the New...
Sarah Munn
5 min read


Their Story. 1946.
The sun was out for free and so too was Lou! At last the Emperor had finally given barely a nod. A year passed. Lou and Evelyn cuddled...
Sarah Munn
4 min read


The Japanese Farmer and Other Memories
Dad was a prisoner of war in the 1940’s for several years in Asia. Married for a week and then gone for nearly five years! Soldiers...
Sarah Munn
4 min read


Wetlands
Her garden symmetric and bold. Partnering oft in Autumn cold. Sentinal oaks on bound-a-ry, with leafy frocks of acorns; free. Partnering...
Sarah Munn
1 min read


Travellers in Common
The river calls as we unhitch our sturdy bikes, clean from yesterday’s rain. Hats and gloves no impediment to feasts of flax and flurry...
Sarah Munn
1 min read


Travel of Violets. 1940's.
“My Dear Lew. I write for the last time this year. So much happening these days.” Thanks Red Cross: one letter en route cross embattled...
Sarah Munn
1 min read


Timing
She took from the shelf love letters staring back over her shoulder witnessed a tumbling of words memories collapsing, no longer upright...
Sarah Munn
1 min read


Switched Off
The lights go out. The power company has fingered the switches. We don’t care and go out for lunch, south down the road. The cars going...
Sarah Munn
1 min read


Signals in Unison
In the distance long- necked geese call inside their group, gathering the scents of home, answering harmoniously. Do we stay or do we...
Sarah Munn
1 min read


A Feathered Embrace
Crafted basket partners writer’s feet beside large window, its body a criss-cross of open tanned strips of dried flax lodged in firm...
Sarah Munn
1 min read


*September 5th 1945. Japan
Yes, that was the day. I can’t remember which one. We were to leave the following morning. Breakfast at 6 a.m., before travelling by...
Sarah Munn
1 min read


Politeness. 1945.
As we approached the verandah he signalled to his wife and three children, gently thrusting out his arm in front of his family to...
Sarah Munn
1 min read


Outside in
A hedge of unruly edge defines a level of garden above man- grove’s coupled with sun drenched water that comes and goes. Towards the...
Sarah Munn
1 min read


Should she? Should he?
Again, she asks him a searching question as he stares at the floor, looking for a loose shoelace, avoiding her smart, horizon-driven eye....
Sarah Munn
1 min read


Messenger
A silent messenger came today slinking through the rustic corners of a mind -preferring playfulness. The slender figure transparently...
Sarah Munn
1 min read


Kotuku
The black locust squawked, as I set my sights aloft tipping my buttery beak at family, taking flight beyond their perches, from inside...
Sarah Munn
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Japan 1945
Winter in Japan is crisp dry and very cold. We’d shower together after exercising, under jets of stinging iciness. One tap for all as we...
Sarah Munn
1 min read


His to Her
Your letter: an oasis to unwilling wanderer. I sink into my bunk and soak-up contents away from prying eyes. Later I lie on cool grassy...
Sarah Munn
1 min read
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