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Professor Anne Poelina is a Kimberley, Nyikina Warrwa Indigenous woman, andCo- Chair of Indigenous Studies at the Nulungu Research Institute, University of Notre Dame,...
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PoetryBetween one end of the gap and the other the gravity of our gaze can but scratch like banksias at your fingertips before starlight splits the present across his teeth into pearl and lime stanzas.
Non-fictionI am forty before I visit Europe, still ignorant that a century before me my great-grandfather had walked those same cobblestones. That he had fought in a war that did not reward him with any meaningful welcome on his return home. Now that I know, I yearn to go back and breathe that air, knowing that William was there.
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