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 February 23, 2019

Bridge

before despair hits before the shame before scanning job sites and uncertainty   it’s shiny writing on the wall                                     reading centrelink             named like it’s the …

poetry February 16, 2019

Frankly Speaking

oh come on geoff wilson’s not my cousin cousin   he’s my grandfather’s cousin’s grandson unremoved     frankly speaking i barely know the bloke we have the same last name but the link is     ...confused          …

poetry February 09, 2019

David

he calls them               union thugs                 the prime minister-unelect who got the job with a dirty knife and a smug lopsided smile                 a small-hearted bully who will only fight to …

poetry February 01, 2019

The monsters are out

the monsters are out and the women of melbourne              we're leaving early again sending are you home? texts glancing over shivering shoulders keeping friends on the line until the key's in the lock oh sisters           …

poetry February 02, 2019

Ancient Giants

                   we’ll say the summer right before was blue-green algae bastard took the bony bream      and silver perch reckon it grew from heat and farming run-off cyanobacteria is what they said                    and …

opinion February 02, 2019

Ancient Giants

                   we’ll say the summer right before was blue-green algae bastard took the bony bream      and silver perch reckon it grew from heat and farming run-off cyanobacteria is what they said    …

Fiction December 22, 2018

Louisiana heron

A new short story from an award-winning author.

Culture December 15, 2018

Author Melissa Lucashenko aims for the heart

Melissa Lucashenko’s latest novel, Too Much Lip, exhibits a sharp defiance inspired by the author’s discovery of a gutsy family matriarch. She talks about family, country and mysterious mergings of fact and fiction. “I’ve only once started a novel I didn’t go ahead with. A novel is a huge undertaking, so I’m loath to rush in. It’s like waiting for fruit to ripen. There’s a certain berry that ripens at Easter, and there’s no point looking for it at Christmas time.”

Portrait August 11, 2018

Playwright, director and dramaturge Declan Greene

In the writing room with playwright Declan Greene

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