A star shines bright, fades and even dies. When it is gone we have the memory of the warmth and light it bathed us in. Williams, Cash, Cohen, Bowie, Marx, Kong and more weave their way throughout Brenda Sciberras’ new collection of poems, Starland. Within its pages is a deep fascination with popular culture, how it moves us, frees us and is often a trap. With the lure of gilded theatres and velvet seats we are drawn like flies to honey. Similarly, the stars we worship are drawn to the light and cannot escape, victims of their own success and for that we love them. Exultant and reflective, Starland breaks the light of our obsession.