Boodjar ngan djoorla

Country, my bones

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  • Published 20190205
  • ISBN: 9781925773408
  • Extent: 264pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

MY BONES ARE in the soul of Country, and Country is in my bones. My veins are the creeks that flow to the sea and never quite reach it; walled off by sand, drying up in the sun. They only flow out, break the walls when the sky cries. The sky is all cried out.

In Kaurna Country[i] I found a Peppermint tree[ii]
I plucked a leaf and crushed it,
Held its scent to my nose
The scent called me home

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