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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 11, Number 1, March 2017


Marilyn Humbert
Sydney, New South Wales, Australia


Under relentless Australian summer sun, the farm land thirsts. The river on the eastern boundary is a muddy trickle between bare, steep-sided banks.

Our swimming hole has disappeared along with the fish. Thick-girthed river gums droop, leaves curling, bark hanging carelessly.

I watch as you crumble a hand full of soil into powdery dust knowing no crop will be planted this year, your shoulders hunched. You are as stressed as the thin-ribbed sheep among splinters of remaining stubble.

This week from the north clouds full-term with moisture escorted by thunder and lightning. Days of ceaseless rain drench the farm, fill dams, lakes and rivers. Within a week the sodden soil erupts in green shoots.

circling, always circling
the moon
waxes and wanes



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