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…
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Sunstruck
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…
Fumes
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…