Flames In the Open

These poems are stories, statements and songs about moments and years passing. Changes, and change. Sometimes the truth is in the fire, and you sit before it with bare hands. Are you going to retrieve it? You must. You do.

And therefore the years shine. And maybe you are burned a little, but you have no apologies to make. So be it.

The poems span twenty-plus years, from Sydney to the bush, and an unlikely measure of peace and strength spun out of the harsh, the oppressive, the small and the exalted. The fire is in the open, but the breeze is kind.