Tag: Poetry turnstile

A poem for my Grandmother

Bree Blakeman , March 2nd, 2016


    Rest in Peace Bing, my paternal Grandmother, who passed away peacefully on Saturday just gone. I will always remember her at her happiest on the farm…


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Early morning Yirralka-ŋura

Bree Blakeman , July 4th, 2015


      Bukmak Yolŋu’yulŋu baḏak ŋorra yukurra, Everyone is still asleep,     wäwa walala, all [our] brothers waku walala, all [our] children gutharra walala, gaminyarr walala,…


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Early morning Yirralka-ŋura

Bree Blakeman , July 4th, 2015


      Bukmak Yolŋu’yulŋu baḏak ŋorra yukurra, Everyone is still asleep,     wäwa walala, all [our] brothers waku walala, all [our] children gutharra walala, gaminyarr walala,…


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Dhuŋgur’-yun-nha: a short poem and comment on stuff

Bree Blakeman , January 4th, 2015


  Yes, I know I’m always on about social order as affect. This is an image from the British Museum.   Today I was reflecting on the fact…


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Dhuŋgur’-yun-nha: a short poem and comment on stuff

Bree Blakeman , January 4th, 2015


  Yes, I know I’m always on about social order as affect. This is an image from the British Museum.   Today I was reflecting on the fact…


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