Tais Rose Wae

Yellow Gully

in childhood we read the landscape in a different language rode the curves of yellow gully alive with wattle and it was flower nectar tapped onto open palms licked clean my brother armed with spear and arrow and story and …

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Second Skin

When I talk about the heartbeat I am talking about that rise and fall – pregnant with wisdom – the crest and cavern that carries us, belonging to the backbone that birthed us, the river red gum sapped and scared …

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