Here I am travelling alone Here I am stepping up into passenger plane with mail in the back with letters jet fuel and odour, gagging for clean air My eyes filled with tears, I see with my glass eyes the wetland and lakes full of fish, uncut for dried fish to eat Come with me to a journey where city is made from crushed rocks prone to earth moving underneath My friend
— Read on www.axonjournal.com.au/issues/11-1/crayons-melting
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Merna Wharton “Nasek’taq” is Yup'ik from Akiacuaq (Akiachak) lives in Anchorage Alaska. Merna is an Alaska Native artist, poet, traditional and contemporary seamstress, carver, gatherer of greens and berries, and loves the outdoors of Alaska! Merna enjoys finding art in natural elements and shares her experiences through her website, nasektaq.com. Merna crafts to preserve her culture and art and shares her worldview from a remote village Yup’ik girl’s perspective with a glimpse of life in Alaska in her writing and poems. More information about her art can be found at https://www.rasmuson.org/49writers/artist-profile/merna-wharton/.
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