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Hi, this is Bo Henley, and I’m reading from my crime fiction novel, The Fatal Span. (more…)

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“Hi I’m Jane Turner Goldsmith and I’m reading from my novel Poinciana.

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“Hello, my name is Angela Kingston and I’ll be reading an excerpt from my novel in progress, Requiescat. This scene centres on the nine year old Oscar Wilde. He’s sitting in Bray railway station in 1864. I’ll attempt the accents, apologies to any Irish listeners!
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“I’m Jennifer Mills and I’m reading from a short story called The Taxi Driver which will be published in a collection of my short stories called The Rest is Weight, out in 2012 with UQP. You can hear the rest of this story on my blog: www.jenjen.com.au (more…)

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“Hello, I’m Rachael Mead and today I’ll be reading a poem from my poetry manuscript The Sixth Creek. The poem is called:

Anthropologist at the ceremony

The tree hangs in the valley,
a teacher leaning over a student’s shoulder.
Climbing out even a few feet
the ground swings away, distracted.

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“Hi, I’m Bradley McCann and today I’ll be reading to you from a prose piece called Be Like.

It would be like creamy pudding, not brandy pudding. It’d be on the beach under starry sky, not in the mosh pit at a Guns and Roses concert. It’d be sipped, not skulled. It’d be hot, but it’d be the heat of sunrise, not the fire of open flame. It’d taste like cherries, fresh, crisp, sweet. Feel like cool sheets. Sound like soft gasps. Look like Eros and Psyche, tangled, skin. The atmosphere would be dark and hushed, but warm, not seductive.

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