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Feature Contributors – Offset Arts Journal
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Victoria University's arts journal, produced by third year College of the Arts students. Click Go the Triggers. Is proud to announce the feature contributors for this year’s edition:. Is supported by amazing artists. In its sixteenth year,. The Sweetest Thing A Boxer’s Memoir. Was published in 2011. Was published in 2000, re-issued in 2009 and shortlisted for the Dobbie Literary Award. Merz’s short fiction has appeared in literary journals including Meanjin, Island, Torpedo and Overland. Founded by Donna...
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Lady Pants: May 2011
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011. You've been dying to know, haven't you? I mean, I *must* have been up to something truly fascinating, given my extended absence, right? Uh, I wouldn't go that far. But here's a synopsis:. 1 I've been teaching High School english for the last 4 weeks. After two classes of boring the students and myself silly with totally decontextualised learning "Winter is a symbol for. anyone? They were finding meanings in poems that I hadn't even thought of. It was pretty bloody good. I'd rather ...
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the katey nation
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Because claiming my little patch of the interwebs is fun and rewarding- for me at least. Wednesday, June 13, 2012. I feel it like the heat on a hot summer's day. Overwhelming, sticky sweet and impossible to consider feeling anything other than the all-consuming intensity of love. It's like broad brush strokes of tar all over my soul, so that you're there, inseparable from my whole self, least it tear me apart. July 6, 2012 at 12:33 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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the katey nation: The trouble with knowing too much
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Because claiming my little patch of the interwebs is fun and rewarding- for me at least. Saturday, May 19, 2012. The trouble with knowing too much. Those frivolous, throw away comments- words that cannot be unsaid and thoughts that fester and seethe like an open wound on my soul. What was said cannot be unsaid, what is known cannot be unknown. And so I lie here, questioning every one, every thing, every thought uttered, every feeling expressed. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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the katey nation: September 2012
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Because claiming my little patch of the interwebs is fun and rewarding- for me at least. Saturday, September 29, 2012. Wading through these thoughts, feelings, thick and heavy like mud. I try - in vain - to find some semblance of reason, a deeper logic, perhaps, that remains ever elusive throughout this; the rabbit down the bunny hole of my mind. Indescernable - a sadness real or imagined, and my efforts to examine it seem to perpetuate and further entrench me within this mire. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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BLACK ATTACK: origin of the cft
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READ MY BLOG GUYS. Tuesday, September 20, 2011. Origin of the cft. For Marines. Opinions vary widely on this wacky new fitness test, but we can all agree that it's interesting. All the elaborate little things you have to on the test may seem random and unnecessarily complicated, unless you know the history of the CFT. So, you know, here it is. Private Timmy raised his hand. "Can we expect reinforcements, Sir? Hell no. I got two fiancés. That order implicitly excludes me. What about you? Timmy chimed in&#...
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Thoughts and Snorts: Ack!!
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Monday, August 6, 2012. Mad rush this morning to get going. Finally we charge out the door on the exact dot of leaving o'clock and make our windy way to the bus stop. Half way there and what do I spy coming towards us, not the right way at all, and turning at the corner juuuust too far away? Yep, our bus. M dropped his chair into 2nd, revved up the engine and charged towards it, waving wildly. I attempted to break into a jog, break being the operative word. This is what we saw:. View my complete profile.
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