The Emerging Writers’ Festival work, learn and play largely on the land of the Kulin nation, and pay our respects to their Elders, past and present.

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lillypilly jam – Maya Hodge

In the darkness of night I steal lillypillys on my street / The roads are empty and the light buzzes above me / “Stealing” on stolen land / The cool night air stings my bare hands /

I pick them until my nails are stained the colour of summer sunsets / I steam and boil them in my kitchen, letting the smell of Country swarm my crowded mind / I let them soak in my steel sink and watch them slowly bubble like a tumbling brook / careful not to let them overcook /

When I walk along the maribyrnong I pick eucalypt from low hanging trees, acknowledging Wurundjeri as I collect the long thin leaves / I boil them on my stove and let the oils soak into the faded walls and ceiling / A churning dented pot of liquid healing /

I pick and collect along my street to remember the Old People who came long before, and to breathe in the call of Country / This is what I do at my kitchen stove to honour where I am / My fridge is full of swelling containers of native fruit / I plan on making sticky-pink lillypilly jam //

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