Jack Tan



Poetry in motion: The mobile poetic inquiry of a CALD educator

I’m gradually getting used to living up here on the 6th floor, in Melbourne’s Inner North. The wide windows facing northwest. Canopies of Royal Park and Princes Park filter tram noise and invites nomads of autumnal little corellas, murmuring through the green air. When you are long-term at a residential college, people around you never grow old. I began as a Singapore-born, Malaysian-Chinese, English-graduate student. I’m now an Australian permanent resident, Malaysian-Chinese Literary Fellow and former Resident Tutor. Melbourne Residential colleges are somewhat neither here nor there.

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