Zenobia Frost

Introduction to Zenobia Frost’s After the Demolition

BUY YOUR COPY HERE Philosophical questions of reality and duality underpin many of the poems in Zenobia Frost’s After the Demolition, leading to a sense of rebuilding and remembrance in the aftermath of abodes. The potency of houses is a …

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Chivalry’s Not Dead (It’s Just Been Criminalised)

Text sourced from Miranda Devine’s Daily Telegraph column of the same name (16/12/2017), and its comment thread. Whole poems used to be written in praise of Miranda Devine. But feminism changed all that. Chivalry isn’t dead, it’s just late to …

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Reality On-demand

1. Demo Day Jo Gaines walks right into me and takes stock. Good bones, y’all – I love this one. So much potential. Knuckle through a wall or two and fill me up with light, hem back the big trees …

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Winners for the Val Vallis Award for an Unpublished Poem 2018

Run by Queensland Poetry Festival, and named in honour of a distinguished Queensland poet, the Arts Queensland Val Vallis Award for an Unpublished Poem is committed to encouraging poets throughout Australia. 2018 Selection panel: Alison Whittaker and Angela Gardner.

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Blueprint No. 1: Siemon St.

The only place I ever lived alone, but slept myself out of the memory. My room crammed with king-frame more manspread than bed- spread – creamy linen sheets but no quilt. The bed clothed entirely in light. The window doubled …

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Stations and a Crossing

No one checks your ticket. Outside the train, whales arch across noise and blue static. Take off sodden sneakers, socks. Get comfy. You didn’t bring a book. Watch your window. Split lightning flashes / clouds seeded with bats over slurred …

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Nana’s ghosts gnawed through her walls. Mum and aunts scale bow-legged ladders, scrape paper, bury leaves of it in pilling carpet. Autumnal crunch. Mum makes Nana reinscribe her living room with colours Grandad never would have chosen. We scrawl on …

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Review Short: Zenobia Frost’s Salt and Bone

In its own words, Zenobia Frost’s Salt and Bone slinks ‘between ibis-legged houses / and wakeful graveyard’, and belongs to ‘the hour of the curlew’, a liminal space that speaks of ghosts and transformation. As a collection, the poems are pervaded with a sense of haunting, plagued by abject bodies ‘aching for salt and bone’, the suffocating presence of water, and the archeology of death. It is noteworthy that Frost’s work both begins and ends with a warning of the power of unknown and strange things; a reminder, perhaps, of the gaps that exist between the ‘real’ and the imagined.

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Arc 75: The Arc-Cordite Poetry Special Issue

Cover art by Ian Friend My plumbing? Not exactly. But, well, after 14 months in the planning, making, mulling, and editing, it’s finally here: Arc Poetry Magazine 75: The Arc-Cordite Poetry Special Issue. Shane Rhodes and I (Kent MacCarter) co-wrote …

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Cassidy on with Feature Reviews and Future Themes

The bad news first … I am sorry to see the departure of Lisa Gorton as Cordite’s Feature Reviews Editor. Over the past 18 months, her astute eye, impeccable judgement and gracious style has produced – and leaves us with – a superb legacy of robust and engaging feature reviews. Gorton’s work is testament to what can happen with excellent writing from reviewers and an engaged editorial acumen.

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1. In a mythical demountable we are students of the sword, cotton-gloved rabbits, a few aeons late to taste the blade’s full thrust. Creeping green curdles bronze, suckles the edges off. It sleeps in its labelled, cardboard coffin – one …

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An Ode

A friend requests an ode to her vulva, less half-serious than the organ itself, insistent in humour insistent distress in a hothouse summer of self-fulfilled prophecy. It is the friend-of-a-friend you discuss and never meet – a troubled loveliness, no …

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