Maris O'Sullivan

Maris O’Sullivan has been more of a 25 words or less sort of poet until, one night recently, she woke up and thought it might be time to grow up. This is her first foray into serious writing and she wishes she’d started earlier. She has lived all over the world and travelled extensively but currently lives in Victoria.


I floated away on a cloud of grief Unable to steer back to ordinary life Tears would not dissolve the cloud Nor prayers One day the cloud became a wreath, and I slipped through it back to the world And …

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