Maxine Beneba Clarke
is 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 December 21, 2019

When the decade broke

             the stroke of midnight, december thirty-first, nineteen ninety-nine,     was going to end the world   at the hospital,      they brought generators in   even the food service staff were kept till late evening   none of us would …

Poetry December 14, 2019


the prime minister has killed the department of the arts                 and is rolling arts in with rail and roads   all of us have encountered   enough art                      to know            the devastation, in …

Poetry December 07, 2019


my grandma, she loved diana:                     the people’s princess, after all   she’d say                           that was no accident;                   how convenient …

Poetry November 30, 2019

The panther

                     quick-footed and poor-visioned,   sumatran rhinos       (unless raising young calf) prefer                 to live alone   in solitary ease,                    and singing their shadow     in the …

Poetry November 23, 2019


temptress   the redhead          on the matchbox is all charcoal lash       she wears a do it smile, like eve’s                    to adam       alarm   most arsonists, they say,    …

Poetry November 16, 2019


the blood-truth is:   it’s much less about the camera            and much more to do with the body that it’s worn on   the body with the baton hanging from its belt, the body in blue, the body on the cop beat clenching fists around a point-blank pepper-spray …

Poetry November 09, 2019

Waltzing Matildas

a lot can go down along the 200 red burning       metres of track between the victory lap            and the starter gun        on the podium, tommie smith and john carlos could bow their heads          for civil rights, and raise …

Poetry November 02, 2019

Permanent Closure: a found poem


Poetry October 26, 2019

Last Octobers

then it’s full-bloom calendar-crash                           mama-carves-the-pumpkin tired-in-the-bones tinsel in the aisles choose your tree early here we go round the                               trick or treat time just …