Adam Stokell

Adam Stokell poems have appeared in various journals, including Communion, Meanjin, Plumwood Mountain, Lite Lit One, Black Bough, and Re-Side Zine. His first poetry collection, Peopling The Dirt Patch (A Published Event, 2018), formed part of The People’s Library exhibition at the Long Gallery, Salamanca. He lives in Hobart, Tasmania.


If it were safe to press an ear to the earth surrounding a jack jumper nest, you’d hear the liquorice hundreds simmering just below the crust, forging, following through on lavish routes and threats. Hereabouts a nest swells up every …

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Upon a Shot Star

I wish they wouldn’t bolt like that: the wallabies that also take tenuous place on the block. But soon as I’m out and wandering wide of the shack’s cleared margin, crackling twigs and dry leaves only blind feet would, I’ll …

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Not even a day without! It isn’t good, now black poems pile in every gland. It isn’t all bad. This morning I leapt clean from the blocks, pushing up into lulled woodland. Low fog was with me like a tailwind. …

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Peeling back a wet blanket of bracken more or less dead on its feet, a small patch, one warily pulled head at a time; hoping to see the doused coastal heath, that still smokes underneath, reignite. Hot-pink flowering Heath’s installed, …

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