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Lia Dewey Morgan

Lia Dewey Morgan is a poet and emerging librarian based in Naarm. She is a proud trans woman of Anglo and South Asian heritage. She is a 2024 Wheeler Centre Hot Desk Fellow, and a founding member of the independent community initiative Library Portal.

Introduction to Lia Dewey Morgan’s Traffic Saga

Lunge-stepping magnificently over some abyss, we pause and wonder, why does ‘half woman’ appear womanlier; earlier, why does ‘half-written’ sound more authorising than ‘written’, or ‘half-Pakistani’ sound more emphatically Pakistani? Is the answer in the curved hand of Morgan’s fiat comma, carving up the line: ‘We are both the tourist, we are both the guide’, or in the ‘cigarette apostrophes’ that mark the various intermezzos that stage a long coming home? Both. Half your luck.

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Sanskari Girl: 5 poems by Lia Dewey Morgan

blue stone onam And so it was, Sunday afternoon stoned walking aimless, blue sky and yellow sun falling over a Presbyterian church I’d never seen before. A couple with a pram dressed King of Trainers, conservative like bald men shouting …

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‘I am happy to disport in any language that will have me’: Lia Dewey Morgan in Conversation with Jerry Pinto

I must admit that I discovered the language Saint Tukaram spoke, Marathi, in the same breath that I found his poems – a robed form of Saint Tukaram first appeared to me on the cover of a book that was buried in the classics section at the hypermodern Lulu’s mall, in Kochi, India.

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‘The slippage of speakers’: Lia Dewey Morgan in Conversation with Shastra Deo

Shastra Deo’s writing effortlessly transcends cultural rifts, striving from modernist allusion through indulgent fan fiction and out into something entirely unique.

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Orange Rind

An orange almost stripped of its skin, I had been slowly curling the knife around its flesh, careful not to dig too deep. Once the rind was separated, I plonked it in the plunger heaping on teaspoons of coffee, shredded …

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