This is the first book I read by B Wongar. I found it in a secondhand bookshop in Curtin Canberra, and bought it as part of an ongoing commitment to reading indigenous Australian writing, poetry and fiction because that is where a particular type of truth can be found that cannot be found in non-fiction. It is poetic and beautiful and opened hidden locked doors in my nonindigenous Australian mind. I am not sure about the author and that is my only doubt but even taking that into account this book took me somewhere new that I needed to be.