But here I am Trapped by lines walls window door shadows on the moonlit floor Fencing me in Cutting me off Slicing me away Making me cry cry cry for home Morning light streaks through the too-high window tickles my sore eyes teases my skin Bully boots thud, thud, thud Big keys jangle clink-clank ...
My father’s birthplace is near the waterhole called Wirtuka. My father got his name, Kirikarrajarti, right there. It’s a name that came from the ngarrangkarni. In the ngarrangkarni, two men came to Wirtuka and found the place overrun with possums. They were all fighting and biting each other, som...
When I told Jill that evening what Mum had said, she replied, ‘I don’t know what you’re making a fuss about. I told you years ago Nan was Aboriginal. The fact that Mum’s owned up doesn’t change anything.’ Sometimes, Jill was so logical I wanted to hit her. ‘Jill, it does mean something, to have a...