By Julia Vaughan Turning Fifty-Seven Acknowledging Judith Wright’s Turning Fifty As I drink my coffee in the early morning sun I taste my fifty-seven years. Pure joy, chaos, terror and fun Girl to woman, so many tears. At 7, walking home from Pembi Dam, all alone, Through a bog, stepping with intent, Choosing grassy clumps, … Continue reading Turning Fifty-Seven and Other Poems
