Tag Archives: Australia

Eye Spy

Posted on October 28, 2013 by dustforthedancers

I spy with my little eye, This is the story of a little girls cry. It’s a sad sad tale, I hope that she can prevail, inhale and let go of all the despair. Be prepared, because this will tear, … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Australia, child, government, Indigenous, northern territory, NT Intervention, poem, poetry, words, writing | Leave a comment

Video Verse and Interview: Slamalamadingdong winner, Jessie Giles

Posted on July 21, 2013 by dustforthedancers

Originally posted on Melbourne Spoken Word:
Jessie Giles won last month’s Slamalamadingdong Open Slam. Below we present one of her moving pieces, ‘Eye Spy’ and an interview. Jessie will also be featuring at Passionate Tongues in the coming months. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dsQiJVrYWHE…

Posted in performance, Poetry | Tagged Australia, Indigenous, integrity, interview, Performance Poetry, poetry, Spoken Word, Vulnerability, words | Leave a comment

“What’s it like in Alice Springs?” – desertdates

Posted on July 20, 2013 by dustforthedancers

This poem holds for me, all that needs to be said about my home town and the place that grew me up… Thank you to desertdates for letting this into the word. What’s it like in Alice Springs?.

Posted in Inspiration | Tagged alice springs, Australia, central australia, desertdates, home, Indigenous, poem, poetry, writing | 2 Comments

A story

Posted on January 25, 2013 by dustforthedancers

I’ll tell you a story, But please don’t ignore me. Grown up in shame, Feeling to blame, This game of telling truths of despair. A white girl, on Indigenous land, In the centre, with that glorious ochre sand. Vicariously feeling … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Australia, Australia Day, Indigenous, Invasion, Invasion Day, poem, poetry, Settlers, Sorry Day, Survival Day, Trauma, Writers | 1 Comment

Every Breath

Posted on October 30, 2012 by dustforthedancers

He, with his wild eyes and mattered hair, smile from ear to ear. Soul sung out, spark gone… Phone calls at night, pleading, too much… Left hanging. That marla, aunty atyenye, when horse back rides across desert skies weren’t enough and … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Tagged Australia, breath, death, Humanity, Indigenous Language, pain, poem, poetry, slam, slam poetry, Spoken Word, Strength, Vulnerability, words, writing | Leave a comment