A poem for my Grandmother
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
Bukmak Yolŋu’yulŋu baḏak ŋorra yukurra, Everyone is still asleep, wäwa walala, all [our] brothers waku walala, all [our] children gutharra walala, gaminyarr walala,…
Early morning Yirralka-ŋura
Bukmak Yolŋu’yulŋu baḏak ŋorra yukurra, Everyone is still asleep, wäwa walala, all [our] brothers waku walala, all [our] children gutharra walala, gaminyarr walala,…
Dhuŋgur’-yun-nha: a short poem and comment on stuff
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…
Dhuŋgur’-yun-nha: a short poem and comment on stuff
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…