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Andrew Sutherland

Andrew Sutherland (he/they) is a Queer Poz (PLHIV) writer and performance-maker between Boorloo and Singapore. His work draws upon Queer and intercultural ways of being, filtering autobiographical practices through the lens of pop-cultural, ecological and viral dramaturgies. Andrew’s debut poetry collection Paradise (point of transmission) was published by Fremantle Press in 2022, and his poetry, fiction, and creative non-fiction can be found in a range of journals and anthologies, including Westerly, Island, Overland, Portside Review, Australian Poetry Journal, Running Dog, EXHALE: an anthology of Queer voices from Singapore, We’ll Stand in That Place (Margaret River Press), Best of Australian Poems 2021, among others. He was awarded Overland’s Fair Australia Poetry Prize 2017, placed third in the Tom Collins Poetry Prize 2021, and was runner-up for the Gwen Harwood Poetry Prize 2022. In 2022 he was commissioned by Ian Sinclair of PONY EXPRESS to produce a longform poetic installation for the VIRAL BODIES exhibition at The Bearded Tit, Redfern, and in 2023 was commissioned by to deliver the Randolph Stow Memorial Lecture for Perth Festival. He holds a BA (First Class Hons.) in Acting from LASALLE College of the Arts and focuses his practice on the collaborative creation of new performance works, whether as playwright, director, dramaturg, performer, or arts educator and sessional tutor. Andrew is grateful to reside on unceded Whadjuk Noongar land.

Poem for Sōng

I have been inconsistent. My year is stuck 3 emails behind & I am ‘professionalizing’ (don’t know don’t care). In 2022 my therapist told me she hated Everything Everywhere All At Once & I thought, ‘so what’s the point of …

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Letter to Luoyang Chen

Time is passing, just a little, and I am still becoming something other than I set out to be. Piecemeal translations of SHINee lyrics – you heard this in your mother’s car, you said; a child. We are not each …

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Metaphor

I ask Wan Ching how she is. Are you lonely? At home on whatever-floor. She replies, I have had mysterious droppings on my floor for some time. Her brother-in-law sends pictures to a biologist friend. Apparently, the droppings of a …

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suburban portrait

absence feels nothing like cement but waiting does – it holds you down waiting bricks you in to waiting as though it were time spent a partnership, donated unease is bought like lottery tickets our spoils remain: trick of the …

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