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Lou Garcia-Dolnik

Lou Garcia-Dolnik is a poet living and working on sovereign Gadigal-Wangal lands. Their poetry has appeared in journals including Overland, Meanjin, LIMINAL, Debris, Un Magazine, Runway Journal, Cordite and Australian Poetry Journal, and they have edited for journals including Runway, Cordite and Voiceworks. Lou's work has been awarded Second Prize in Overland’s Judith Wright Poetry Prize, a place on the shortlist for the Blake Prize, Val Vallis Awards, LIMINAL Non-Fiction Prize, the Kat Muscat Fellowship, and an Academy of American Poets University Prize from the University of Texas at Austin. An alumnus of the Banff Centre for Arts and Creativity’s Emerging Writers Intensive, Lou was the 2023 recipient of the Australian Poetry/NAHR Eco-Poetry Fellowship and attended Tin House’s Summer Workshop in the poetry faculty.

Lou Garcia-Dolnik on as Interviews Editor

We are delighted to welcome Lou Garcia-Dolnik as Interviews Editor at Cordite Poetry Review. Lou will join our longstanding Interviews Editor, Autumn Royal.

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DEDICATION Editorial

We came about this issue’s theme by dumping loved words into a shared document: nouns, verbs, phrases and onomatopoeia that stirred a shared love of intimacy with language, of play and tricksterism.

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susmariosep!

And Sunday sinks its heathen summers into the kneecaps of the expropriate wicked / kain na tayo! / having genuflected hours for a piece of motherfucking bread isang bagsak, anak! the concrete moves you! marking devotions this morning to chismis …

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Submission to Cordite 108: DEDICATION

This issue asks for your devotions, your gestures of esteem and affection, your hot takes on the solemn and fanatical. It delights in submissions seeking abandonment and surrender to a goal or cause.

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Citations: poems by Lou Garcia-Dolnik

Aubade I am overextended. The poem forgets me but the city says here. Image. Lights unbury the bodies of abandoned bicycles. The river architecting assembly lines of women forgetting their boyfriends. Somewhere a rave I’m not invited to. The distended …

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