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Kate Middleton

Kate Middleton is an Australian writer. She is the author of the poetry collections Fire Season (Giramondo, 2009), awarded the Western Australian Premier’s Award for Poetry in 2009 and Ephemeral Waters (Giramondo, 2013), shortlisted for the NSW Premier’s award in 2014, and Passage (Giramondo, 2017).

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Residence: Dwelling with The Shards (an essay)

When S. and I started to talk, the directions were endless, and sympathetic. What passed between us, over coffee and chai, in emails, in text messages, were the names of authors, books, artists.

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The Shards

A friend told me she walked the ks with the tome on her back, weight of exhaustive history collection to understand that other ground she traversed I too cross the same ground (but different) sweeping over the surface —and occasionally …

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Introduction to Lindsay Tuggle’s Calenture

Lindsay Tuggle’s poetry is uncomfortable to read: the discomforts one feels in reading her work are the very thing that make it memorable. At once immensely personal, ornate, and unapologetically embedded in female experience, it is a style unconcerned with irony or terseness. It is a verse informed by the still-alive alternative histories of the American South and haunted by the Southern Gothic literature that these histories inform.

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Burial

for Neddy Furious bright day on which the calendar notation reminds of jackhammers at dawn, the digging of a hole to be filled at dusk: pool of clear sky unsympathetic to such endeavour, the careful mapping of dogged grief onto …

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Kate Middleton Reviews Bella Li

Bella Li’s Argosy offers readers a book of real adventure: the adventure of form, and a challenge to our sense of what shapes a narrative. This work is fundamentally hybrid: amid short texts and textual sequences that may be termed prose poems, or micro-essays, or short short fictions, Li intersperses works of collage and photography.

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Berg

A fin of ice arising out of sky, frigid sea A single turret above belies the monolith beneath The berg advances at the speed of a pilgrim travelling on foot Calved from huger sheets and carved, desolate its drapery, its …

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Chimera

Cupped by dirt then buried learning in earth blindness to feel history passing the chimera reads the tracery of the city erupting overhead as Arezzo inhales, sighs Hands reach into trenches dug to lay the city’s new walls and grapple …

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Royal baby has first play date

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Kate Middleton Reviews Kim Cheng Boey

Clear BrightnessWith Clear Brightness Kim Cheng Boey offers a slim volume that, in addition to addressing notions of place, exile and travel, carries with it a deep melancholy of being written in ‘the lone wastes of middle age’. His explorations of worldliness are welcome, and Boey offers portraits of interconnectedness even as he displays and explores alienation. Moving from markets to Chinatowns, from Singapore’s National Theatre to California’s Santa Barbara, this collection often shows the objects that connect the past to the present, keepsakes available to keepers and gleaners alike.

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Review Short: Stephen Oliver’s Intercolonial

IntercolonialIntercolonial, a new book-length poem by Stephen Oliver, focuses its attention on New Zealand, Australia, and the sea that lies between them. With sweeping long lines, Stephen Oliver zooms in on the details of place and geology: the poem is full of cinematic pans over landscape, seascape and human history, fulfilling what is often a purview of the long poem in naming the world and its inhabitants.

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Scenic Overlook

Stop Go On the road into town out of town, sits Horseshoe Horseshoe Bend, King Bend Bend Navajo Sandstone against Overlook de-silted green and Colorado stripped back from red-brown mudflow A mile over more slickrock and sand pools in late …

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Alchemical

Your electric moon breast My black-trunked, gold-leaf slip Fall into flux Dissipate like white plumes You’re especially wild With a strange malaise for more Metallic aches, we moor Ourselves to a daisy, sit two abreast: Brush strokes of willed Grass …

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