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Eva Birch

Eva Birch is a psychoanalyst in private practice, poet, and writer. She completed a PhD on the work of Luce Irigaray at The University of Melbourne and has published her work in Best of Australian Poems, Australian Poetry Journal, Cordite Poetry Review, Un. Magazine, and Rabbit Poetry journal, among others. Her debut poetry collection Pearl was published by Rabbit Poetry in March 2025. Her debut EP is forthcoming with se Dessaisir Publishing.

‘Facing the threat of our own destruction’: Ariana Reines in Conversation with Eva Birch

I was first taken with Ariana Reines’s poetry during the Melbourne pandemic lockdowns – one of the longest lockdowns globally. I was part of an online poetry reading group reading modern and contemporary American poetry, including Reines. I wasn’t reading much otherwise, but A Sand Book (2019, Tin House Books) was a comforting object with a strong aura on my bedside table.

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Warm all week

thanks for telling me how to say hi and welcome in Bundjalung on my birthday jingi walla I kept it warm in my mouth all week jingi walla it was the only thing that I could say with all the …

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Eva Birch Reviews Foxstruck and Other Collisions by Shari Kocher

When I first read this book, I was taken aback by all the foxes, deer, and horses. These types of animals seemed cringy, stereotypical, Disney. Why isn’t she talking about kangaroos or koalas? I thought. Native animals have more weight, more depth, more inflections. After reading it again, I realised it was me being cringe, pretending as if colonisation didn’t happen, as if I wasn’t white—a little princess—as if I wasn’t really a person and I didn’t really exist.

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Red Scare

i. The little fascist in me is crushing that little flower, Earlier Me, who jumped the train gates illegally. My crotch was a hinge I couldn’t feel to get me through. Don’t tell anyone it touched the metal. Don’t daddy, …

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Gotta Eat

My colleague is feeding chopped up snakes to the snakes on the conveyor belt. Kind of insane, labour’s a redundancy, kindness really good insanity. Somewhere, the boss releases his spine for the first time. She picks up a fang and …

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The Last Time

i. I feel like me and Nic might still have sex I used to think Why? I Why? I… That little girl It goes Ran down the grassy hill Eluded by it, a snake A furthering bike stand It did …

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