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Benjamin Dodds

Benjamin Dodds is a Sydney-based poet who grew up in the NSW Riverina. His debut collection Regulator was published by Puncher & Wattmann Poetry in 2014. His poetry and reviews have appeared in Best Australian Poems, Southerly, Meanjin, Cordite and on Radio National. He co-judged the 2018 Quantum Words Science Poetry Competition. His second collection Airplane Baby Banana Blanket is forthcoming from Recent Work Press in 2020.

2023 Queensland Poetry Val Vallis Award Winners

Without prior consultation, this poem rose to the top of each of our shortlists; it was unquestionably our winner.

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Death of an Astronaut

Where lies Enos (Hebrew for Man)? Not mouldering beside the deboned body-glove of HAM’s formless flesh underneath a New Mexico museum’s carpark flagpole nor laid out in the airforce pathology lab’s specimen drawers that house the same’s beetle- scrubbed bones. …

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Eve Incurs God’s Displeasure

after Marc Chagall There she lies red and engorged taking up the scene’s bottom-third like a throbbing tiger prawn. God above is green and great and accusatory stabbing a fat cartoon finger at her shielded breast. She’s taken the hue …

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Surrogacy

It is the stork who labours to deliver baby Dumbo to his sad and silent single mother. The heft of a hundred-kilo sack had to be held aloft across the Technicolor map of Disney’s pre-war USA in search of a …

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Benjamin Dodds Reviews Carol Jenkins

Carol Jenkins's first collection of poetry, Fishing in the Devonian, has been identified as a body of great 'scientific' poems. Michael Sharkey's quote on the publication's back cover and Judith Beveridge's pick of the best books of 2008 in Australian Book Review both single out Jenkins's work for its strong use of science.

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Satisfaction

Holding the taut barbed-wire with one hand And myself with the other, I gaze at the ground As hundreds of shining grey dust droplets Roll away from the rotting fence post, Down the hill, moving like mercury. The drumming piss …

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