Marilyn Humbert
In Retrospect a tanka string on a path beside a sheltered bay at Robe where seagulls drift… this calmness within in the ruins of my childhood home swallows nest among the restless ghosts of laughter and tears from the rubble…
In Retrospect a tanka string on a path beside a sheltered bay at Robe where seagulls drift… this calmness within in the ruins of my childhood home swallows nest among the restless ghosts of laughter and tears from the rubble…
by MARILYN HUMBERT From the porch the grey light of dawn bruises limbs heavy from restless sleep: night unable to quell yesterday’s heat. A kookaburra’s dry-throated croak echoes as the sun’s flames lick the horizon. Over the fence three thin-ribbed…
by MARILYN HUMBERT Midnight beast growls, polished steel poised to pounce our witching hour-black Susie rumbles impatient for an answer to the summons to prowl. Slick leather zipped, dreaming… yesterday’s back roads carving the camber, green-laning where gravel and bitumen…