CONTRIBUTORS

Emily Sun

‘Emily Sun’ lives and works on the unceded lands of the Wadjuk Noongar people (Perth, Western Australia). Her works have been published in various anthologies and journals including Meanjin, Cordite Poetry Review, APJ, Mascara, and Growing up Asian in Australia. Her debut poetry collection Vociferate 詠 (Fremantle Press) was listed as one of the Australian Book Review’s Books of the Year in 2021, was Highly Commended in the New South Wales Premier’s Literary Awards, and was shortlisted in the Western Australia Premier’s Book Award in 2022. She is currently pursuing a PhD at the University of Western Australia, where she is working on a historical fiction project. Emily is the co-editor/publisher of Hello Keanu! A Poetry Anthology (2024).

https://iamemilysun.com/

Zombie, brains wanted

brains dried out homogenised tongue I could see it lying there the hollowed coconut on a koh sumat1 beach frozen temporal space. I need the right replacement for my fall-out brain the scoop they took out was a macaque’s monkey …

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Those old sad ballads always meant too much

Wallowing was scripted in melodic minor scales Rising strings to a chorus of climax always made us weep. A kiss must end in marriage some devotion and a little love Resulting in children (sons of course) [never mind the gei …

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Tok pissin’

… if it blinds me … i’ll learn brail if it paralyses me i’ll learn to run if it’s terminal … cremate me … do not resuscitate increase the opioids so I die high closer to the gods No one …

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Doppelgangers Across Lands: 6 Poems by Emily Sun

The poems in Doppelgangers Across Lands are from Vociferate|詠. These poems are inspired by Asian-American feminist poets Marilyn Chin and Wang Ping.

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National Treasures Coming Home

My boss, the head nurse, says she has a collection of Ming Dynasty crockery, Qing dynasty snuff bottles and a Shang 代 bronze tripod vase always filled with fresh pomegranates looted by her ancestors or bought at Sotherby’s for all …

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