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  • Published 20260804
  • ISBN: 978-1-923213-22-7
  • Extent: 196pp
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My eyes are lost in the past. I am hiding in my past,

your past, my great-grandfather’s past. Our lost past.

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Catherine Johnstone

Catherine Johnstone, from Naarm/Melbourne, was longlisted for the Blake Poetry Prize 2026 and has had poetry and creative non-fiction published in Rabbit, Westerly, Meniscus and Going Down Swinging. A booklet of her...

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