Poems
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Burri Burri
By Emma StewartThe whales call to us.
Like an umbilical cord
Stretching through salt water,
our sacred connection -
For Grandad
By Phoebe GrainerOld cowboy hat.
We were laughing
Us mob
You telling us story. -
Fleeting beauty
By Kirli SaundersSingle blossom
upon cherry tree,
how lonely it must be
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Morumbeedja
By Jeanine LeaneMorumbeedja! Mother of all water
flood your waves of memory
over this land
story our Country again.
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The Bird Cage
By Ali Cobby Eckermannthe clang of the door was the first
beat of a new song
pitter patters of bird feet echoed
along the empty concrete paths -
Mina Mina en Moruya
By Lyndsay Urquhart~ Written with Dharawal, Dhurga and Darumba interpretations provided by Vikki Parsley and Jodi Edwards.
Yabun, where are you?
Travelling – Bimeringal daragan to Gadu -
A collection titled THE EXTINCTION OF KINDNESS
By Ali Cobby EckermannTHE EXTINCTION OF KINDNESS (Title Poem)
get out of here someone yells
before the paddy wagons cruise past
a threat of death on rubber tyres -
calbunyas initiation
By Kaitlen Wellington~ Gumea Dharawal interpretation provided by Jacob Morris and Adrian Webster
climbin djera
calbunya shows itself -
Remnant
By Ryan Prehnremnant /ˈrɛmnənt/ noun
1. a part or quantity that is left after the greater part has been used, removed, or destroyed.
i. a piece of cloth left when the greater part has been used or sold.
ii. a surviving trace. -
a kangaroo is in the sky
By Ali Cobby Eckermanna kangaroo is in the sky
the moon is in the water
a tree is inside me
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Witnesses
By Jeanine Leanethink of the memory of trees
shedding bark in layers of memory
back to forest floor to the
underground story of deep time -
The Lady at my Window
By Nick Paton~ Ngunawal interpretations provided by Jai Bell
Ngunawal
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YILAALU –BU-GADI (once upon a time in the bay of Gadi)
By Lorna MunroMELLALUCA
YURALI (eucalyptus)
PAPERBARK
KURRIJONG -
Bigger Than School Stuff
By Declan Furber GillickTyrone, all our families used to speak
that language here
And then slowly people stopped
They lost it. -
The Gatherers
By Jeanine Leane~ Wiradjuri interpretations provided by Aunty Elaine Lomas
Gunhinarrung learnt to gather – map Country
with little feet as morning’s pink horizons bring heat -
[clarity intermissions]
By Declan Fry, Craig Santos PerezSomething in our snarled overlap invites clarity, and I
want to affirm
this beauty. -
[tree bark whorled by fissure]
By Declan Fry, Craig Santos PerezThe gradient of wood is slow, and knows
the work before we do. I press my thumbs to each corner,
ready to arrive
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YALA GARI Group Poem
By Lorna MunroMaria My place is pink.
Willow Taste of the salt and sand and wind.
Ada The pale silvery eggs at dusk.
Jennifer Is this where I truly belong?
