Pilbarra Creek Bed

Pilbarra Creek Bed

The wind blows through the blackwood’ Speaking in canticles. The pipes resound amid the ancient creek bed. Pardalotes and Bee eaters, moths and butterflies, Busy themselves. Each communing with the ancient songline. The long and winding bed of rich granitic sand...
Path of Desire

Path of Desire

Through spinifex I roam Over ancient earth, To Will find my healing.   Bronze winged pigeon, Wings clang of iron, Empty fullness sweet.   Red gravel maze open, Vast, enclose, In desert country.   Earth and sky fusion, Silver spinning grass, Rock ruin past and now.  ...
My Billowing Tent

My Billowing Tent

My tent billows and tugs like a boat on an anchor rope. The great easterly springs to life. Cooling the scorched earth. Tiny beads of moisture make the gravel darker. Dark shadows of the spinifex border the path of desire setting my thoughts wandering, out into the...