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Publishing the Best New Poetry and Prose in North America and Abroad for 40 years. Interview by Nicole Boyce Elizabeth Bachinsky is the Editor of EVENT Magazine, an award-winning journal published out of Douglas College in its 42nd year of publication. Bachinsky is the author of five collections of poetry. Happy holidays from EVENT! .
Monday, June 10, 2013. NZSA - Michael King Writers Centre, Flash Fiction Award, and Mentorship. I had a fabulous week in February staying and working at the Michael King Writers Centre. While in Auckland I also received second prize in the NZSA Queer Flash Fiction writing award. For a page long version of a girl called brian. I received word recently I have been accepted to for a NZSA Mentorship. With well respected NZ author Elizabeth Smither. We will work for 20 hours on a colle.
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Arles , France . 29 juin2017, 1h - 15h;. 21 aout 2017, 1h-15h. 4ème manifestation du projet Les Essais.
Changing the World Thru the Power of Poetry. When It All Falls Apart. I got a curse on me. Into the dusty cavern of secret roots. My life, sad machine,. Evaporating like a puff of smoke. Over a cross made of driftwood. Hurtling into the night of imagination.
And not just dead white cis-men either. I thought this was about a woman! Still is for me. Of rust and thistles, sloughed off its front. Wheels the better to munch the sod and. A keg of nails, the tools and paint. For their first frame farmhouse, then. The bed, a castiron cookstove with its. Feedbags, a pump later, kids.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009. I can see her in my sleep. I see her eyes in mine. Her love is the art u cant touch. And i dont ask for much. Just a little bit of her time. Listen to my rhyme and ill listen. To how your day went. Time can never be replaced. But time with her is well spent. She can feel me inside of her. Sweet memories of her and me. Sunday, July 5, 2009.
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