Maxine Beneba Clarke
is The Saturday Paper’s poet laureate, and the author of The Hate Race and Foreign Soil. She is a winner of the Victorian Premier’s Literary Award for Poetry.

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poetry September 21, 2019

Fridays

for greta thunberg                 on fridays, our children are bursting train carriages backpacked full of hope   wielding placards bedroom-made from flattened cornflake boxes     and upcycled tomato-stakes                 …

poetry September 14, 2019

Rain

no rain in sight,                      all hot south-westerlies            spring-tinder   grey smoke, coiled                       around the cowering sunshine coast   amanda wheezed, and sucked her ventolin     dad called …

poetry September 07, 2019

Home to Biloela

it chilled the blood                it felt different, this time when the deportation vans arrived     they lived next door          and were just like us: he worked the abattoir (bloody tough)   the wife: smiling away          when …

poetry August 31, 2019

September

september germinates,                                            determined                          all sure-quiet-beautiful and fern and jade unfurl     in furrows dug with fothergill                     …

poetry August 24, 2019

Limerick

There once was a shock-jock, annoying:

foul-mouthed, sexist, racist, not-toying.

He got his last warning,

the public were scorning.

And the sponsors, they walked – that was buoying!

poetry August 17, 2019

Contradictio in adjecto

most of us,     it seems ridiculous now, were there to save all life                         from hostes humani generis   which we’d learnt,       way back in week two of class meant the enemies of mankind     twenty …

poetry August 10, 2019

Wolf pack

                    we have determined                     he, and he alone,                                                             is responsible        …

poetry August 03, 2019

A starting wage

                         and we were all waiting for that golden age,                      of fourteen and nine months and a starting wage   a paper route, stacking shelves at franklins, or working checkout at the safeway sweeping …

poetry July 27, 2019

Asylum

                                              this month   we know now what the body does                                        for the second time   falling     at eighty …

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