Poems
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Alight
By Jennifer Kemarre Martiniellowhat lies behind
my forehead
is my Grandmothers’ Law
her women’s wisdom -
A HAUNTOLOGY OF TRACES
By Ellen van NeervenSit but don’t
sit. Live but don’t
live. This is beyond discomfort
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Muriyira Dreaming
By Elizabeth Luland'Muriyira Dreaming' written and performed by Elizabeth Luland. Videography by Tad Souden and sound by Syd Green.
garuga-ngayawanj muriyira lore
mudjingaal ceremony has begun
ngarawan barra barra warmth -
Welcome
By Ziggy RamoI’d like to acknowledge
the lack of knowledge.
We renamed the Frontier Wars -
ganma-li
By Rudi BremerYour memory of my love is longer than mine
It reaches back to days when I could lose you
Simply by closing my eyes
Or letting go of your hand in a crowd -
The Water Talks
By Rob WatersLet me start by saying that I do not claim to be an academic.
But I know what it’s like to sit by a river.
What it feels like to watch water pass by, maybe never to be seen again.
Water lost around the bend -
Heat Sink
By Evelyn AraluenWhat was it you said on the phone that time
the line hissed from the missile’s radiation
I could hardly hear from the code spluttering
binaries of last night’s undeliverable lullaby -
No Gentle Good Night
By Debra DankSeeming anodyne and inert, coal and gas burn beds fouled rivers cannot extinguish
as if paper and pencil jottings, as if a careless mistake
taken care of with a precise slash to mark
as worthless dust like Them. -
the bleed
By Dakota Feirernested in the hollows of a long silence
birdsong lament the felled
singing new growth
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Burri Burri
By Emma StewartThe whales call to us.
Like an umbilical cord
Stretching through salt water,
our sacred connection -
Born to Fight
By Kaitlen WellingtonBlak curly hair
Brown skin
Brown eyes
Broad shoulders -
Whale Wattle Sonata 1 For Two Violins
By Eric AveryOn the intersection of Poetry, dance and music
When I was young I remember being taken by my mother to the South Coast and seeing the ocean and playing my violin and how it spoke to each other - the notes and just hearing.
I didn’t know that world but I must have heard it - so it was there in the Country. -
Everywhere Mother
By Eunice Andradai.
To recollect the womb,
sink a fishing line down
the rain-darkened river. -
Mother of Pearl
By Tais Rose WaeThe shell, the deity, the mother. Mother of pearl, of
justice, of freedom. Dancing herself into the silk of the
seaweed with a torso full of apologies, of oysters. How
do you speak the unnamed origin or remember the -
Miscommunication Style
By Maggie Knight-WilliamsI’d talk about it, tell you a story, but I’ve got this
god-awful communication style;
this inner-north therapise, insta protest televised, don’t bottle it up that’s masculinised, -
Palmistry
By Tyson YunkaportaAmazing green aura the medium said
Rising out from me and above us all round
Radiant she held my hand and ancestors help me
I liked it -
Grind
By DOBBYThey’re bout to set me off, you better not get involved
Trynna keep me silent, it’s high time that I talk
Hide behind smiles while thunder storms in my thoughts
The images of evil I never seen it before -
Makinti, Me
By Nardi SimpsonI went to see you, eager to sit amongst your hair string tassels swaying pink and soft, orange waving at me from bones waiting to spread into hips.
I hoped you’d remember, I readied for the warmth glowing from your ochre powered glow, igniting knowledge in danced steps, flicking up the dust.
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BUYIMA YUURAAYUURAA - BREATHE SLOW
By Kara TuckDALIGA NGALUWIGA
Beneath the waves
GAAN BURRUGIYN BINDIGUWA
