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Claire Gaskin

Claire Gaskin lives on Bunurong country. Sovereignty has never been ceded. Her first full length poetry collection, a bud, was published by John Leonard Press in 2006. It was completed in the receipt of an Australia Council grant and shortlisted in the SA Festival Awards. Her subsequent collections are Paperweight (2013) Hunter Publishers, Eurydice Speaks Hunter Publishers (2021), Ismene’s Survivable Resistance Puncher & Wattmann (2021) and Weather Event Gazebo Books (2023). Material Witness: Prose Poems was completed in 2025 assisted by a Creative Australia grant and is forthcoming with Puncher & Wattmann in 2026. Gaskin is a long-term lecturer and facilitator of creative writing courses across the tertiary and community sectors.

http://clairegaskinpoetry.com

The Victorian Parliamentary Inquiry into the Recruitment Methods and Impacts of Cults and Organised Fringe Groups

I crawl into the guts of pain and its glorious   group based coercive control   the carcass on the beach   focused on behavior not beliefs   a submission for the inquiry   a winter rainbow in a gumboot   patterned sustained tactics   do I own selfless   gradual   what is in accordance with targets …

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poverty

can I make it up the hill    how saying what you think leads to poverty    I sit to rest among the she oaks             how violence leads to poverty    how saying what you think leads to poverty    she was underwater lying in the middle of …

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NO THEME VIII Editorial

Nothing makes me feel my fallibility more than editing a literary journal, marking papers or judging a literary competition. I can be wrong. I can be unclear. I can miss things.

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Submission to Cordite 92: NO THEME VIII

I’m looking for work ‘with head, heart and guts,’ as Bei Dao says.

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Ismene’s Thirst

in this binary library a murder of fictions crows gather in corners it is work to witness question marks polished apples witnessed by medication one side limp I called an ambulance this memory smells nutty the first line I trusted …

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The Way to Intimacy Is to Throw Open the Doors of Your Vulnerability

Summers in slavery I like to throw a curve at people. Do not assume you both want the same degree of intimacy. Two way glass. Followed by a period of apology. I have a perspective on the proposed space.

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