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Author: Ross Brighton
(Auckland, NZ) is the author of beck: nothing, can be done (PS Malmö, Sweden, 2013), Lullaby for David Mitchell (Forthcoming from Electio Editions, Australia), Temporal Maze Denture (above/ground press, Canada, 2011), A Draft from Birds (&then&then, NZ, 2010), and A Pelt a Shrub a Soil Sample (Neoismist Press, NZ, 2009). His work has appeared in numerous journals, including Turbine, Brief (NZ), Meat Confetti, Reconfigurations, Action Yes (all US), Bad Robot (UK), Dusie (Switzerland), and Cruce (Puerto Rico). He is former reviews editor for the US journal Tarpaulin Sky, and completed a Masters in Creative Writing at the University of Auckland (2011).
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