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Scott-Patrick Mitchell

Scott-Patrick Mitchell (SPM) is a non-binary poet who lives and writes on Whadjuk Noongar Boodja. SPM’s work appears in Contemporary Australian Poetry, The Fremantle Press Anthology of Western Australian Poetry, Solid Air, Stories of Perth and Going Postal. Most recently, SPM won Melbourne Poets Union’s Martin Downey Urban Realist Poetry Award and The Wollongong Short Story Prize, plus was shortlisted for The International Googie Goer Prize for Speculative Prose and The 2020 & 2021 Red Room Poetry Fellowship.

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A Meme Enters The Group Chat

Posted on September 1, 2023 by Scott-Patrick Mitchell

And is met with a laugh react. Is categorised: dank; cursed; fire; WTF. Is propagated onward and into the algorithm. Reshare. Repost. Here, take up space inside my camera roll. Become familiar with thumbprint and doomscroll. Shorthand for apocalypse, for …

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The Northern Suburbs

Posted on May 15, 2023 by Scott-Patrick Mitchell

i. North of Warwick Road, The Underworld. We arDe caught in the flux: an Elysium dream. Our torment, Asphodel. The bitumen stretch of a buck, how pay-checks glimmer. MyGov is a dark god, a robo of debt. Inanna catches the …

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The Capital of KIN

Posted on February 1, 2022 by Scott-Patrick Mitchell

We add a lower case s to the capital of KIN: give body to the body of dancing. Warehouse becomes cathedral. Us, a mass, a mess. The roof lifts to accommodate mirrored balls. Lasers, lights, confetti waterfall. We oft oft …

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Gamespace

Posted on August 1, 2021 by Scott-Patrick Mitchell

1. You, again. Waiting for Paradise, Godot, the new iOS. Marker in the flow. Stream yourself into this. A poem enters, plump with gamespace. Because what is a line if not trajectory. You are moving toward something. If the poem …

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The Mourning Star

Posted on May 1, 2021 by Scott-Patrick Mitchell

The victimization of children is nowhere forbidden; what is forbidden is to write about it. – Alice Miller i. The first star pierces with dead light. Is a dirge. Is you. Is known by how it tugs, draws into. Sight …

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birak

Posted on February 1, 2018 by Scott-Patrick Mitchell

from over the scarp, fire wind barks: hot is the lot given to us who live in Perth. UV so white it’s like invasion all over again. climate change an explanation that pollies deny, a vain blame game, but proof …

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kambarang

Posted on August 1, 2017 by Scott-Patrick Mitchell

the trend is warming split seasons into six from white noise & thought, ungrip. static hiss as heat waves out back from middle of the track. the degrees will rise & climb swooping is occasion : monochromatic arcs dive & …

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but we still dig

Posted on February 1, 2015 by Scott-Patrick Mitchell

God, we don’t like to complain – We know that the mine is no lark – But – there’s the pools from the rain: But – there’s the cold and the dark. from Caliban in the Coal Mines by Louis …

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[from] love is a muscle (an e.p.

Posted on December 1, 2011 by Scott-Patrick Mitchell

…; if you are work, be the work of play; if you are play, be the play of morphine on consciousness; if you are dancing, then, sure, dance, dance, but let the music be loud, the lights bright, the company …

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Kim Young-Moo and Perth

Posted on May 20, 2011 by Scott-Patrick Mitchell

As somebody who was born elsewhere, I can identify with Kim Young-Moo’s Perth poetry. His awe for the Swan River corresponds with an awe that has bloomed through my own poetic tropes. It’s an awe I have seen flourish in the poetry of other West Australian poets, those who I admire or aspire toward. Perhaps it’s the innate love of rivers, a shared ancestral respect for these points where we build our cities.

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