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Quinn Eades

Quinn Eades is a researcher, writer, and award-winning poet whose work lies at the nexus of feminist, queer and trans theories of the body, autobiography, and philosophy. Eades is published nationally and internationally, and is the author of all the beginnings: a queer autobiography of the body and Rallying. He is the winner of the 2017 Arts Queensland XYZ Award for Innovation in Spoken Word, and is currently working on a book-length collection of fragments written from the transitioning body, titled Transpositions.

TRANSQUEER Editorial

When we put out the call for TRANSQUEER we asked poets ‘to explore trans identities not as positions to defend but as modes of becoming and thus ways of being human’ (Joy Ladin, Trans Studies Quarterly, 2016: 640) and ‘to believe that the world is QUEER, or that oneself is, or both, [and that this] is a window of doubt through which all creative possibility comes into being’ (Mark Doty, The Art of Description: World into Word).

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Submission to Cordite 88: TRANSQUEER

TransqueerTRANSQUEER is a call for you to say something that maybe you haven’t been able to say before. It asks you to find poetry in / between lines, binaries and stultifying categorisations; from the life of flesh, from inside the bleating, many-chambered heart of gender and sexuality.

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Binding

Today it is raining and I am glad for this falling down house that still keeps the wet out. I write in pyjamas. I write with a mosquito bite on the arch of my left foot. I write with a …

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Coalesce

I am already dead. Already, I am dead. I am gone. Already, I am gone. You are reading this when I am gone. Dis. Integrate. Already I am earth ash leaf caterpillar, the tomato between your teeth. Already I am …

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Rallying

At twelve I was sure. This body would belong, even briefly, to no other. I had watched my mother with my sister and I, the two children that were meant to change her life (we changed her life), and it …

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