Nadia Rhook

Nadia Rhook is a white settler poet, historian, and educator, currently living in Boorloo/ Perth. She has a PhD in History from La Trobe University and is interested in decolonial ways of understanding the past-present. Her poetry appears in various journals and anthologies including Cordite Poetry Review, Peril, Australian Poetry Journal, Portside Review and What We Carry: Poetry on Childbearing (Recent Work Press). Her first poetry collection is Boots (UWA Publishing, 2020), and her second collection, Second Fleet Baby, was released by Fremantle Press in 2022.

NO THEME 12 Editorial

We have had the honour of editing this issue as two poets with collections published and forthcoming with Fremantle Press, and invited by Kent in the spirit of ‘shining a light’ on the thriving and amorphous field and bush that might be called ‘Western Australian poetry’.

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Submission to Cordite 109: NO THEME 12

We are now up to one dozen issues where there is no theme.

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the midwife

in a tent pitched in a corner of the deck you lit wax candles soaked sponges with liquor infused hot water with chamomile and hartshorn pointed her to the stool held it still while she squatted and her baby, through …

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maar bidi: Carving Sovereignty and Desire in Indigenous Youth Storytelling

Academia has inherited a long history of non-Indigenous people speaking for Indigenous people.

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Architecture, Poetry and Impressions of a Bendigo Chinese Doctor, James Lamsey

What have architecture and poetry got to do with property? This is a core question in the poetry collection ‘signs of impression’, which explores the operation of possession in a settler colonial context.

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signs of impression

design I see iron, wrapped, to posts windows-snuggle-triangles, a hose, draped, on concrete-lion’s-prowl the verandah … keeps bricks-from-climbing grass this asymmetry keeps its rhythm main house horse way servants’ quarter cemented-lion-centre and that church over the road? isn’t far away …

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