‘Milk Teeth’ won the Arts Queensland Thomas Shapcott Prize

On Thursday night I reached a milestone I’ve always wanted: winning the Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize! This means I’ll have a published book ready for you to read in a year’s time, thanks to University of Queensland Press.

Here’s a photo of myself and 2016 Arts Queensland Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize winner Shastra Deo. UQP will launch Shastra’s debut collection, The Agonist, today at Queensland Poetry Festival.


ZICS this weekend!

Hi pals!

I’ll be at Zine and Indie Comic Symposium this weekend! I’ll have all my zines for sale, including my new one ‘Diary of a Lavender Plant’.

Plus, to accompany my succulent zines, I’ll have some newly propagated succulent babes for sale! You can grab them for 4 bucks each or $5 with ‘I Heart Succulents Volume 1’. There’s only a handful of them, so get in quick!

I’ll also be on two panels …
Saturday: Our Stories, Our Zines
Sunday: Zineside-Out: the Woolf Pack Panel at ZICS 2017

And of course I’ll be partying at ZICS ⅄┴ɹ∀Ԁ Boat!

See you all there 🙂 🙂



oh hey, I wrote a piece of plant-inspired micro-fic for Story Seed Vault!

Story Seed Vault

Princess Philodendron glides up sunlit steps to the masquerade in hir dress awash with pink variegation, hir mask a cotton-candied shroud.

When you look through a garden, you may see the Philodendron erubescens ‘Pink Princess’ is a climbing perennial plant with pink variegated leaves. Botanist Simcha Lev-Yadun suggested that some patterns of leave variegation may be a part of a defensive ‘masquerade strategy’. Taking this concept and combining it with fairy tale fantasy, Rae White weaves an enchanting story.

//@wings_humming is a non-binary poet and writer from Brisbane. They’ve been published in @slinkchunkpress, @corditepoetry and others.//

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Slink Chunk Press

by Rae White

I don’t see the unicorn at first. I’m walking with my head down, thumb scrolling my phone in search of movie reviews. I kick the cubicle door open with my foot and catch it with my elbow. I’m immediately struck by the fresh smell of eucalyptus but even that doesn’t get me to look up.

It’s not until I lock the door behind me and put my phone down beside the sink, that I notice the small mound of glittered feathers curled beside the toilet, their long tail reaching up and hanging loosely around the flush lever.

I stare at the vivid plumes and muscular curves, taking in the distinctly Australian scent of their tiny form: a combination of strong eucalyptus, wattle and mulch. There’s another smell too: the smell of shit.

As I walk closer to the breathing shape, I notice three things: the glassy cone…

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