Subbed In is a not-for-profit volunteer-run independent literary organisation and small press based in Sydney, Australia. [They] provide a platform to amplify underrepresented voices, facilitating grassroots support for young and emerging writers to achieve publication or performance.
The Chapbook Prize - previously open to NSW residents only - is now open to writers across Australia. The competition aims to support emerging writers (including those who have not previously published a book) who are working in the forms of poetry, microfiction/nonfiction or ‘a blend of these mediums.
(https://subbed.in/latest/newbooks)
(booksandpublishing.com.au/articles/2018/04/20/106196/subbed-in-chapbook-prize-expands-in-2018/)
'HAUNT (THE KOOLIE) is a neo-hoodoo meditation and exorcism of racial bigotry from a decolonial, Mauritian-Australian perspective.'
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'blur by the is a collection of fractures that make not quite a whole. It is a giving of permission to the self, to exist as messily as ( i s ). These poems are a record of navigation through longing and dis [ place ] ment of the body and of place, a shattering of expectation(s) of the self and of family, often through dreams, food and eroticism. blur by the is an attempt at freedom.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.
'The poems in The Hostage explore the give and take of desire, being taken by language, art, or a higher-power, and the curious drift of experience.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.
''Poetry is / can / be anything … everything,' says When I die slingshot my ashes onto the surface of the moon. She is sleepy, but they cannot sleep. It is 4:44 a.m. loneliness, this restlessness. The soft hue of blue from the TV bathes the room via a 24/7 lo-fi livestream. ‘Poems are troubled into existence’ – When I die, she read that somewhere, but cannot remember where, but it has stayed, it is the underpinning of this book and all that contains with/in/out. Where did these bruises come from? The heart, the brain, the heart, the soul? How do I live? How do I keep on living? I don’t know, is the honest answer. I must, is the honest honest answer.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.
'A wheeze is the sound air makes when it hits the constricted trachea, the sound of meat meeting air. wheeze is a collection of poems about the ghostly possession of the body. It's desire as a force and not a lack. It's Pazuzu from The Exorcist. It's compulsive journalling. It's the reading someone else's body language as a gothic form of divination. It's the dark art of crushing, when the consuming thought of that distant other person enters you through the windpipe like a second body.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.