Ali Cobby Eckermann

In 2013 Ali Cobby Eckermann won the Kenneth Slessor Prize for Poetry and Book of the Year for her second verse novel, Ruby Moonlight, a massacre story. At the time she was in Ireland, as an Australian Poetry Ambassador. In 2014 she attended the International Writing Program at the University of Iowa. Her memoir, Too Afraid To Cry, was published in New Delhi India in 2015, on her way to Jaipur Literature Festival.


as if their passion is a shroud against the sun they gather en-masse for the communion, feasting on the body and the blood of the other, those who are denied entry, who know the meaning of fire. the fields of …

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(Kuru Waru) Bushfires Eyes

A response to the appointment of Tony Abbott as Special Envoy of Indigenous Affairs by the newly self-elected Australian Prime Minister Scott Morrison 29 August, 2018. There are bushfires burning in my eyes I am burning down the modern world …

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পেনেলোপে রে কোবি (অপহৃত শিশু) | Penelope Rae Cobby (The Stolen Child)

Translated from the English to the Bangla by Seemantini Gupta দরজার গোড়ায় জড়োসড়ো হয়ে দাঁড়িয়ে, আমি অবিশ্বাসী আর্তনাদ, আমি গাড়ির মধ্যে জবুথবু, আমি বিষাদের রহস্য-স্পর্শ, আমি-ই। যে কাঁথাটি কখনও ব্যবহার করা হলো না, আমি সে বা খালি, ধুলো-জমা পেরামবুলেটারটা টেডি …

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Intervention Pay Back

I love my wife she right skin for me pretty one my wife young one found her in the next community over across the hills little bit long way not far And from there she give me good kids funny …

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The Northern Territory Emergency Response: Why Australia Will Not Recover from The Intervention

It was always an exciting time for me, during my time in the role of Art Centre Manager at Titjikala, to escort Aboriginal artists from central Australia to their art exhibitions and forums in Adelaide. On one occasion were two senior Pitjantjatjara / Luritja artists from Titjikala, and they were accompanied by their granddaughters.

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inside the clearing of the bush cemetery I sit surrounded by a stark equality every grave is marked with a plain white cross the landscape is a post modern dirge stretched in the aftermath of Christian law the plastic flowers …

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A Parable

Interventionists are coming, interventionists are coming cries echo through the dusty community as the army arrive in their chariots Parents and children race for the sandhills burying tommy axes and rifela hiding in abandoned cars along the fence line One …

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Love Magic

there is ilpintji in the wind by the singing rock down the river by the ancient tree love in malu ngintaka and kalaya love when spirits speak no human voice at sacred sites watch walawaru soar over hidden kapi find …

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At Knowth

we are all just passing through this place of tabernacles and tombs scripted in a language we can no longer read do the concentric circles carvings freeze the breath of your sentimental heart? are the zigzag lines accounts of storms …

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At Giants Causeway Northern Ireland

Lets falsify the census to topple the popular And drift enmasse to Burrup Peninsula With pride to protect the petroglyphs whatta we got to stay home for? eating snags on toast ‘cos we got no chops fish and chips on …

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At Glendalough Ireland

What is this obsession to tourist the dead? I can’t understand if it is to prove A history of belonging Or a pride of invasion. The rapunzel tours have failed To pierce the blue velvet of sky The graveyard is …

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