Rebecca Hawkes



BAREBACK

Picture me pure centaur, sure astride my chestnut steed, the both of us wild maned and pacing with untamed grace, synchronised limbs most undeniably stallioned among the ungulates. In the city I can swing this vision – hot to trot …

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Elese Dowden Reviews Rebecca Hawkes and Claudia Jardine

In her Cordite essay “What Blooms Beneath a Blood-Red Sky: A Year in Aotearoa Poetry”, Rebecca Hawkes, author of Meat Lovers writes: “Poetry is so hot right now, the bright young rhapsodists proclaim (if largely to a devoted audience of each other). Are we just saying, we’re hot now, evidencing the glow-up since high school, the already-anxiety of what it will mean for our newness to fade when we’ve truly emerged and the first-book fetish fades?”

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COWGIRL CENTURY

A tribute track for the Topp Twins nobody can be afraid of you if you are good enough at yodelling they will be too perplexed by those mesmeric ululations to scorn the shaggy mullets traditional to our people the flannel …

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What Blooms Beneath a Blood-Red Sky: A Year in Aotearoa Poetry

Poetry is booming in Aotearoa, and nobody can quite say why. What’s stirring our blood in the plague years / this sixth mass extinction / our deteriorating climate of political and literal atmospheres?

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Hardcore Pastorals: Poems by Rebecca Hawkes

so much suckling frothy spittle and grunt

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CREATURELY: In Praise of New Poetry from Aotearoa

We are living in uncanny, uncertain, and uneven times. It is difficult not to feel undone by it all.

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