how to launch a poem

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i) recall democracy is pretty numbers & orange clusters, strategically bold and critically wet, intemperate type-c photographs;

ii) advance stagger: inkjet-laboured nested griefs & hybrid animals, radio waves & gaze-detail, yellow tableaux & charlie foxtrot figments, clusterfucks; 

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Grace Yee

Grace Yee’s collection Chinese Fish won the Victorian Prize for Literature, the Victorian Premier’s Literary Award for Poetry, and the Mary and Peter Biggs...

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