Sarah Holland-Batt

Born in Southport, Queensland, Sarah Holland-Batt grew up in Australia and the United States. She was educated at the University of Queensland, where she received First Class Honours in Literary Studies and an MPhil in English. She is a member of the Creative Writing faculty at the Queensland University of Technology, and ihas been a Fulbright Scholar at New York University.

The Pelican

Like the Memphis Queen she steams downriver at pleasureboat speed, the rolled umbrella of her beak peony pink, wobbleboard gullet dangling in fleshy bagpipe, a flush of fresh shrimp wooshed out of her rubber pullet. She stalks what she sees, …

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Jacinta Le Plastrier Interview Sarah Holland-Batt

Australian poet Sarah Holland-Batt, b. 1982 in Queensland, grew up in Australia and America and also writes fiction and criticism. She was a Fulbright Scholar at New York University where she attained an M.F.A, and is currently a Senior Lecturer …

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2014 Val Vallis Award Winner: ‘Not Fox Nor Axe’

Chloe Wilson’s poem ‘Not Fox Nor Axe’ has won the 2014 Val Vallis Award. Part-travelogue, part-mosaic of memento mori, ‘Not Fox Nor Axe’ provokes the reader with an extravaganza of multi-layered detail as it elides historical and actual Central American …

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Approaching Paradise

Here in the white, white wing of a gull you may glimpse paradise. In the flensing sun. The prodigal sea, bent back on itself, has the rough green mind of paradise. Paradise is in the breadfruit’s low sling, the purple …

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A Crab Tide

I tread where the mangroves end in a high tide of red fiddler crabs— machined claws, slow primordial heads like sidestepping stones wet-cemented in ooze. From their tatty jaws, new planets mass and tumble like pearls, empires of new sand …

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Hujan Tropis | Tropic Rain

Hujan Tropis Daun telinga gajah laksana talam sajian sempoyongan di bawahnya, hujan tropis memecut ke samping, tersandung seperti kibaran terpal di pohon palma, rimbun, simfonik, tak ada gambar di dalamnya. Bara api yang tersulut dari pukulan air-tempaan pada tepian pakis, …

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