Aunty Lil: Loving Change Maker

Aunty Lil: Loving Change Maker

I want to acknowledge that I have written and posted this in different parts of Australia, all of which is Aboriginal land. The crown and the government is an illegal occupation of this land and sovereignty was never ceded. I pay my respects to all Elders past, present and emerging. While spending time in north Queensland I was fortunate enough to meet Aunty Lil, a newly nominated Elder of the Idindji/Ggunddji people. I was honoured to spend time on the…

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Camp Freedom: Against the Stolenwealth.

Camp Freedom: Against the Stolenwealth.

First of all I have to say that I am not of Aboriginal descent. Although I feel that I have a strong passion for Aboriginal culture and way of life I cannot speak as one or write on behalf of and Indigenous community. What I have written is an account of my experience over the last few weeks and what I learned along the way. The British Commonwealth is an association of 53 member states colonised by the British Empire…

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A dance of Sorts

A dance of Sorts

Come, put your feet here; feel the pebbles dance, He said, “you can feel the pebbles dance” A sudden change in fate, a change in form; in pattern, my feet, never to be forgotten from the stone beneath, a rhythm, vibration, bouncing at my toes, The dance of rock pools, plunge pools, rain catchers; The dance of circles, smooth edges, bowls and thirst quenchers. A dance so quick and chaotic, erratic and  irrational, and yet lasting an infinity; hundreds, thousands…

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Dear Baba Yaga

Dear Baba Yaga

I beg your momentary attention please, not to anger, scold or something harsher, I wish to embrace any future be, my future Baba Yaga. Show me a wisdom to know the truth; To know myself and therefore just know. Guide my conscience- what to do, let what will in time be shown. Mother of the forest, knower of life and death, let me know life and death as one; An inseparable cycle with no rest, A skull carries fire- moon…

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Ode to a Car Driver

Ode to a Car Driver

Car driver, car driver, be an inconvenience I might, by making you turn your little wheel, a small way to the right. So if it makes you feel better, then yes, if you please, take the effort to roll down a window, and yell something obscene. But I’ll tell you all that I might, oh car driver, car driver, hear as you drive fast past my bike, is just a sound a bit like “BLEerrr…”