Penumbra, darkness. Incandescent lights in the corridors four walls and a steel door underground, outside no one hears us a stench of shit, piss and body odour sticks to the air. When was the last time I walked outside in the fresh air?  when was the last time I have seen sunlight? When was the last time I seen my family?  My wife, my children? What have I done to be here? My body deteriorating  leaving me, slowly losing my words, my memories, time passes,  one minute indisti

Where  nothing is something and nowhere is somewhere a place alive in its stillness a faint idea of the land its ranges, its dry creek...

There is no palette just a deep red of the earth a featureless black of loose rocks the woody pale yellow of spinifex a clear hue of the...

Standing on a sea of burnt trunks of piles of ash and loose objects under a grey cloudy sky away from the bitumen and dirt roads the...

We can’t face a mirror, fear, hate, fury, visions of the other and the deaths never settled, past, like stories never finished, years of...

Under the uncertain surface, lies, still untamed, a land of contradictions layers of thought, upon layers of history, upon faint...

The west side of the creek in shade. afternoon passing by hot East side still basking in the sun. Afternoon passing by.   A Southerly...

We are going up the waterfall.   Up the waterfall? Go up on high country and hike around?   No, we swim across the river, packs floating...

Wet shirt wet hat flap, flap, flap arms stretched and hands flapping flap, flap, flap   Uneven steps, always forward like a ceremonial...

The sign of something else something lost, not quite recovered a meandering creek, sneaking down the escarpment following the fractures...

The ripples of an ancient shoreline exposed by water, wind and time rock shades of red, pinks and greys deep contrast with the trees and...

This is rock country he said   I thought this is rock country sky country water country   deep time ever present etched on the land the...

There is lightness in the early morning the murmur of the creek on its way down the escarpment the sound of the pandanus leaves rocking...

Holding up a hand a green ant nest on top folded leaves stuck together inhabited deserted not a single ant close by left out alone on the...

We walk through burnt country feels safe                         opened up due East samplings, old trees burnt, their ashes spread,...

Here country has a heart of stone roots are its veins skins of shrubs, of paperbarks, of dry sharp grass. Here Country has emerald green...

There is a palm contrasting the sandstone precipice the iron-red of the rocks ancient seas weathered by the wind, rains and time Two...

March. Skip leaf. March. Investigate leaf. March. Go up the branch. March. Tree shakes. Defend the nest. Jump on foreign body. Find skin....

Looking for food in the darkness I hear the creek falling down I hear the creek down below splashing into a pool The rocks smooth lost is...

The crystal-clear morning perceives the influence of the absent moon. The tide has taken the water out to sea. The mangroves draw the...