‘Mothers are experts at overflow. You may forget the words or kisses or gifts they give but that doesn’t mean they didn’t happen. We don’t need to remember all the love poured into us. We need to be thankful that it makes us. When it comes to love, it’s all about being. Not remembering so much.’ Ginny Dilboong is a young poet, fierce and deadly. She’s making sense of the world and her place in it, grappling with love, family and the spaces in which to create her art. Like powerful women before her, Ginny hugs the edges of waterways, and though she is a daughter of Country, the place that shapes her is not hers. Determined and brave, Ginny seeks to protect the truth of others while learning her own. The question is how? And, all the while, others are watching. Some old, some new. They are the sound of the belburd as it echoes through the world; the sound of cars and trucks and trains. They are in trees and paper and the shape of ideas. They are the builder and the built. Everything, even Ginny, is because of them.
