Poems of Amelia Walker

Gone. Now. Still. Written on Kaurna Yarta, the lands of the Kaurna people, where I was born and live as a non-indigenous person ignorant of so very much. I was born here, decades gone now, still I have no way of saying where — no words for this red glory I call dirt. But that’s not one, not any of the names to which it answers. Soundless, the mouths of my feet seal over like they were never there — here (true: they never were — whoever heard of feet…

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