John Kinsella reads his poems 'Swimming Pool' and 'Graphology Endgame 100: I am a dickhead' which feature in series two of the Western Australian States of Poetry anthology.

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Annamaria reads her poems 'Goddess we trample', 'stone mother tongue', and 'In the National Museum of Maltese Archaeology' which feature in series two of the Western Australian States of Poetry anthology.

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Lucy Dougan reads her poems 'Your bed' and 'The Throne' which feature in series two of the Western Australian States of Poetry anthology.

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Josephine Clarke reads her poems 'Cantonment Hill' and 'On that last morning' which feature in series two of the Western Australian States of Poetry anthology.

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Chris Arnold reads his poems 'pinned', 'derailed', 'ampersand', and 'Reason 6' which feature in series two of the Western Australian States of Poetry anthology.

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In this episode of Australian Book Review's States of Poetry podcast, State Editor Kevin Brophy introduces the second series of ABR's Western Australian States of Poetry anthology.

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Taking on a transformation as an eagle and in that formation I was traveling within the cloud dust: and within the cloud dust there were small balls of lights. They were so small, as small as the smallest grain of sand. I myself was one of many divided as a matrix, scattered throughout and far reaches of the universe. We were all moving and weaving continually as if someone was making a dress out of stars.

And the more I knew about myself the larger an image I became. I looked over my shoulder. It was the universe. And looking back at the small ball of light that was small as the smallest grain of sand, I knew then really it was the size of our sun.

And the moral behind this story talks about the burning desire that burns within you that drives you to do the things you do! For me personally, I see mine every passing day of my life: the sun. It is also one of many scattered throughout and far reaches of the universe.

And when I sleep under the stars, as usual, I see so many of them that remind me that each individual has a burning desire that burns within them that drives them to do the things they do.

And as long as there’s a warmth that burns within it and rotates around the four corners of the earth, there’s a life that was given a purpose that comes in the form of human flesh. A gift of mortality.

Edwin Lee Mulligan


‘Sun poem’ was commissioned for the dance theatre production Cut the Sky (2015) by Marrugeku.

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There’s two points of view about country, there’s a whitefella way of looking at country: seeing country as commodity, things they can take from the land and what they can make of it that can be useful. In my country there’s a lot of minerals. From diamond, gold, copper, oil, you name it. It’s all there for the taking. There is also uranium and gas. This country is very rich they say. But from an Aboriginal point of view there is another way of looking at country. The country dreams for her children.

For example gas ... the most desired mineral right now in the Kimberleys. For us she is a lady. She is part of our country’s richest mining deposit in Australian history. She’s a very rare expensive mineral that is highly toxic and a poisonous liquid substance hidden miles beneath us, within the Earth crust.

I’m going to tell you about this lady. Her English name is Valhalla, meaning the land of the dead. She is the most feared woman that ever walked the face of the earth. There were many stories that been foretold about this woman: stealing people from their sleep, possessing whole clan groups with silent death sleeps, leaving them to wake up into the spirit world, entombed in termite mounds for eternity.

They considered her to be very dangerous but to me, she’s like a mother. She’s been dreaming country. Dreams of ghost walking termite mounds in the distance through grassless plains.

She held my hand and walked me through country, speaking to the land and the land was listening. There’s a message being brushed up by the wind, her whispering words of burning grass dancing with tongues of fire.

When I stand on my spirit country, Ballil, I look down from the ridge. I see grassless plains where she once walked devouring innocent souls for her liking. We are continually warning people, even the hungry mining dog companies about a treacherous woman. She is poison.

Her name is Dungkabah (whisper)

Edwin Lee Mulligan


‘Dungkabah’ was commissioned for the dance theatre production Cut the Sky (2015) by Marrugeku.

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Sleeping under a blanket, half asleep, I wrapped myself tightly, feeling the warmth after a cold night. I thought I was in a dream and wished it would be a good one. And as I spoke to myself about what this generation had to do with me, and the purpose in this life I’ve been given, all of a sudden I went into a deep dream. It happened so fast, it was like being sucked into a tunnel through a vacuum, Willy Willy, tornado and a twister.

My whole body went numb, paralysed. I couldn’t feel anything except the rhythm of my heart beating. As it beats it became louder and the louder it became the more heavily it weighed and the more heavily it weighed my spirit grew into a formation, becoming larger than a life image. My spirit transmitted, descending within the earth, and transforming into one of mother earth’s recognisable landmark monuments she created.

At that point I became gigantic and muscular, stretching for kilometres. In a way I had the earth in the palm of my hands. And looking at my hands I knew it was a symbol of great significance and high priority as an offering that was prepared for a celebration.

After that transformation to a dream I opened my eyes and what was before me left me breath-taken. I became a mountain overlooking vast flood plains. The ground was so fertile and rich having layers of minerals that were attached to my nerve systems, running with water and river. I became one with this earth. Pretty much like the blanket that I wrapped myself around that night but on a grand scale.

And then a voice I heard that spoke to me that felt encouraging to my spirit. The spirit of the land spoke to me, they said: Can you feel the connection to this land? I turned around under the gaze of my ancestors and softly replied ... exactly.

Edwin Lee Mulligan


‘Blanket Story’ was commissioned for the dance theatre production Cut the Sky (2015) by Marrugeku.

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It’s been years and it’s never been raining, a sign of weather patterns at work in the creamy blue skies. An elder looked up and noticed a single cloud formation appeared. It was going towards a significant place. The cloud was very small and very dark and yet it still didn’t rain.

On this earth we walk the grassy plains with sun bleached sensitive skin sucked up by the heat, and with this temperature we too will weather away like a single insignificant blade of grass in the field.

Since the coming of time the spirits of the skies have been painting their pictures, telling the story of changing seasons.

They reached to the earth choosing individual vibrant colors to paint the universal giant canvas, calculating the mathematics of day and night, of rotating cosmos with our sun, stars and the moon, second by second in an endless equation.

An elder would say they’re singing our mothers’ land beneath our feet. We too will sing with them and yet our generation still walks on the grassy plains left alone wondering what this weather patterns means.

Edwin Lee Mulligan


‘Jimidilung’ was commissioned for the dance theatre production Cut the Sky (2015) by Marrugeku.

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