Dreamtime and Songlines

‘What’s the purpose of staying up all night?’ Minar asked.

Robertson looked at him meaningfully. ‘Dreamings,’ he said.

Excerpt from a forthcoming chapter

The returning point of no return

And so,

few people find love.

In order to love,

you must give


of yourself away,

something you must

be willing to give

without expecting

a return.

Big and strong

We broke bread on the mountain

as sheep held communion

knowing our silences


We heard birdsong

kissing the air as you smiled,

sweeping aside failed attempts


trying to be big

and strong but the lingering

imprint of remains on my mind

Open Heart Procedures

as the man on his back

and larynx intubated

they cracked open his chest

there red and ragged

was it oddly beautiful

like an exploded star

like the heart of an idea

bursting into existence


Circumstances always

repeat themselves

to break this cycle

if it is ever possible,

takes generations

perhaps hundreds of years

sometimes the continuous presence

of a common enemy.

Those who expect it

in the short term

display the usual disregard for,

or ignorance of, history.