Ben Walter

Ben Walter

About Ben Walter

Ben Walter is a Tasmanian writer of lyrical fiction and poetry. He has been widely published in Australian journals, including Meanjin, Overland, Griffith Review, Southerly and The Lifted Brow, and was the recent winner of the 2016 John Shaw Neilson Poetry Prize.


The Land as Breath: Can Poetic Forms Be Metaphors for Landscapes?

Ben WalterWe are standing in the midst of a football field doubled in size and then doubled again; a great, flat oval of water covered by streaks of green sedge that strike up from the surface like spindly grass. It’s a wetland, but one that has spent the last few years of drought as land; this year, the heavy winter rains that have filled the island’s hydro dams have tipped this landscape into living water.

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Pale and Cold

the kayak is pounding at the rough-torn waves as though demanding to come inside, knocking at the troughs and striving to bash down through that open door, the surface of the sea; churning like a crowd, Alisa thinks with her …

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Mt Frederick

there is a passage in the lee, the lees of the sun; the poor are said to be generous. we’re holding out our feet.

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Another Story

Once there was a raven girl wiping weary towels across the face of spent plates, tuning here and there to my announcements as I hold these colours open, cold bears huddled in the pages and chickens preening their selfishness with …

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This Wealth of When

suddenly, noticing a lost sixty             hidden in the blue carvings, furrows gaping like fish, frugal             fountain dipping to baptise white faces, roses to itemise and             radishes to task, there, then he is sewn; fingers pool in             drops on the desk.

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Servant (389)

There are clouds of greying carpets, mounting dishes, filthy climate. You were built by childish dream to fight this future revolution of domesticity. Raw materials mined from Asimov, blueprints from Quantum, partners in luxury. But these figures, circuits, equations… Servant …

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