Shastra Deo

Shastra Deo was born in Fiji, raised in Melbourne, and lives in Brisbane. Her first book, The Agonist (UQP 2017), won the 2016 Arts Queensland Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize and the 2018 Australian Literature Society Gold Medal. Her second book, The Exclusion Zone, was recently published by University of Queensland Press. She is still living.

BABY editorial

We released the call-out for BABY on 30 May 2023. We were thinking of baby projects, the spark of something new, thinking of the person who we call ‘baby’, thinking of Liam Ferney, bard of the bubs, who writes the best baby poems this side of town.

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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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Saturday Night in the City of the Dead

Last night, after I said I was just passing through. After we stole away from other sapphics. After I said you’re going to die and I can’t stop it. Last night in San Junipero when the sky blushed lilac, horizon …

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Submission to Cordite 111: BABY

Send us your babies. Nobody puts poems in a corner.

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The Hanging On

First day. My father tracking one axis deer. Tomorrow morning a fallow. Come evening I’ll make fire and char the meat for eating. My hands are good at that now. Turning one thing to another. I want to describe how …

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Find a centuries-old oak. To walk there will be slow work. Listen. Kill three wolves. There will always be wolves. Kill the man who wears a wolf pelt on his back. Enter the cave mouth and follow the flooded dirt …

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Love Carefully

Studies have been done on the impulse found within children to wave off morning trains south bound to elsewhere goodbye, you were here for only a moment, and by noon we’ll have forgotten you, goodbye, goodbye I want to know …

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Concerning Divination (2)

For most of my life I’ve been right about omens. Salt, ravens. Red skies at morning. Rocks thrown against the wind. A six pack ring found in the vicinity of a sparrow’s nest suggests three loves before marriage. A robin’s …

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गुम; or, Lexical Gaps

सपना /sapna/ My dreams, in colour. My skin drips melanin and no one tells me I have a beautiful name. I have no country of origin and I cannot be accused of being articulate. याद /yaad/ My childhood, remembered: mouths …

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