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Chris Tse

Chris Tse Chris Tse is Aotearoa New Zealand's 13th Poet Laureate. He is the author of three poetry collections published by Auckland University Press: How to be Dead in a Year of Snakes, HE’S SO MASC, and Super Model Minority, which was shortlisted for a 2023 Lambda Literary Award. He and Emma Barnes edited Out Here: An Anthology of Takatāpui and LGBTQIA+ Writers from Aotearoa. Chris is the editor of The Spinoff’s Friday Poem and Ōrongohau | Best New Zealand Poems 2023.

NO THEME 13 Editorial by Chris Tse

Editing this issue of Cordite Poetry Review with Joel has felt a bit like a global cultural exchange, one that has expanded and enriched our respective literary worlds in unexpected and enriching ways. I’ve relished the opportunity to read and think deeply about the poems submitted for consideration, and to get a glimpse of what is occupying the hearts and minds of poets in Australia and beyond.

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Submission to Cordite 113: NO THEME

We’re looking for poems that show poise and polish while aspiring to be both sonorous and audacious.

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Queerbaiting: The Musical

fellas, is it gay to queerbait? is it sleight of hand calling attention to unspoken fires in each breath? where there is space for quiet ache, the yearn you keep to yourself until you find a trusted friend. gay gaze …

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X / O / X

          “You never gain weight from a doughnut hole.”                          – Tori Amos the smaller the hole, the sharper the whistle / paperclip in power socket / needle eye glowing in the dark / tonight X is no name / X is …

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Female impersonator holding long gloves

(after Diane Arbus) as for loops we return only when the cymbal crash decays into memory then once more a young man fills the room making it his center for erasure—rebirth—disguise be it entering under layers of borrowed silk or …

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Belated Backstory

There were animals. They came to me with their bloodstained murmurs choking the night, the weight of misery a gloom in their throats. Beasts of all shapes and mythologies scratching at the soil around my grave, each one driven by …

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