Outcrop is a new anthology which collects contemporary radical Australian poetry of land. Curated by Corey Wakeling and Jeremy Balius, Outcrop transcribes innovative and significant poetical approaches to land at the crossroads of ecologies and language. The collection, rather than an exhaustive survey, represents a diversity of contemporary Australian radical poetic perspectives. These range from land in content and syntax, to voice, ecology, gesture and land of the body. These are poetic experiments with landscape and geopolitics, exemplars of radical visions of land. Outcrop features poetry from Louis Armand, Laurie Duggan, Ali Cobby Eckermann, Kate Fagan, Michael Farrell, Lionel Fogarty, Keri Glastonbury, Matthew Hall, Fiona Hile, Duncan Hose, Jill Jones, John Kinsella, Astrid Lorange, John Mateer, Peter Minter, Sam Langer, Claire Potter, Pete Spence, Nicola Themistes and Tim Wright.' (Publisher's blurb)

'Hyaline contains multitudes. It's a poetical framework for ecological codices. It's a guidebook for the ephemeral and the interminable. It's an opuscule for the radical pastoral. Hyaline is Matthew Hall's debut poetry collection.' (Publication summary)

'forward slash is a Black Rider collage of Australian and Canadian innovation.

'Edited by Matthew Hall and Jeremy Balius, the first edition features Duncan Hose, Michael Farrell, a.rawlings, Louis Armand, Kemeny Babineau, Astrid Lorange and Jay Millar.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.

'Enter a carnivalesque world where reality is phantasmagoric in vision. This is a rich, riotous world of heartbroken sinners and first-time saints.

'The title novella concerns the Rabelaisian exploits of one Efim Barnum Bank Zaslavsky - a Russian-Jewish carnival exhibitionist - and his anachronistic, wandering gypsy caravan in pursuit of a fabled wolf across contemporary Japan. Both peril and fortune beckon this travelling comic-tragedian sideshow riot.

'The other stories in this collection also favour individuals trapped within worlds both real and mythic, those struggling to identify sense amidst chaos, and competing to dispossess themselves of pains both present and forgotten against new carnivalesque terrains. These are the world's tiny, sordid, tormented and beautiful people with their feet of clay: unsung heroes who, upon discovering the illegitimacy of their plights for love and glory, maintain their purpose - if only for the value of the joke.' (Source: Publisher's website)

'Once A.S. Patric’s debut poetry collection Music for Broken Instruments gets tossed, and tumbles into your bloodstream, don’t fret that the pin’s been pulled on this grenade. The anticipation of the explosion is a sublime act of destruction.

'Ripping the fogged sunglasses from our faces with “drop a brick / into your soul” ... “as God bawls down / from his brawling bar”, Patric slaps us across the mouth. Wake up! This is the real stuff, friends!

'So much so that if Patric’s ever backed into a corner, you know damn well the Black Rider’s got his back. ‘Cause when Patric says something like “then you can look at the whales and smile knowingly / be an expert on why they insist on beaching / themselves / just when you were about to relax / and have a daydream / about daydreaming”, there’s nothing left to do but live wide-eyed and brazen and to raise our glasses and pledge love and loyalty to each other.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.