The artlessness of internal travel

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Foxola

Poetry It isn’t small – a medium size female and no plaything. To reduce, make diminutive as panting with heat, potential of storms, build up to cross any human space...

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The return of the Carrolup drawings

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Between 1946 and 1950 Aboriginal children from a classroom at the Carroll Native Settlement created the unique style of the Carroll Aboriginal art...

MemoirON THE SOUTH-WEST boundary of Uluru-Kata Tjuta National Park, in the centre of Australia, an unmarked red-dirt track turns left off the Lasseter Highway. For the few kilometres still within park lines it’s known as Docker River Road. Beyond that point it becomes Tjukaruru Road, leading to Western Australia through Aboriginal freehold land. In 2006, as a member of the park staff, I occasionally had to go down Docker River Road for work. From the park boundary I would stare into the seemingly untouched red landscape, both delighting and recoiling at the expanse of land ahead. I had never ventured any further.

Like a tourist with benefits

MemoirI HAVE A friend who says she weeps every time the plane descends over her hometown of Johannesburg. She has been away from South...