Brenda Saunders

Cullen Bullen

The bus takes the old road from Lithgow past signs to Capertee, Wallerawang Tarana, Ben Bullen Places echoing tribal words, their meaning lost, misspelt by settlers moving onto Country I follow the road to ‘Invincible Colliery’, pace the high fence, …

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Kokartha women share tales of living from the land, walking forever through wattle country In a good season, yellow balls blaze with the scent of honey Wirilda fills the desert air Husks wait for years, for fire to open each …

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Payback in ’78

At Bre’ the Rainbow Serpent flows from sponges in colours pre-mixed in tins. Children reach up to spread the curving back along the school wall clammer to track his path in psychedelic spots The river is a creamy slurry waiting …

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