Issue Details: First known date: 2019... 2019 Red Belly, Pink Skin, No Belly, Chicken Shit
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'A woman is telling me shes basically my grandmother. She tells me this while we sit opposite each other in her backyard, over the scraps of an almost-finished Christmas lunch. Although it's not Christmas; it's Boxing Day. From her pocket she removes a fifty-pack of Peter Jacksons, and taps the bottom of the box so a single cigarette slides out. In the box I can see one cigarette turned upward, a bloom of tobacco in a sea of butts. A lucky cigarette, a friend told me once, although that friend has long-since moved onto the more economically viable pouch. The woman - Finnie is her name, I have no idea what it's short for - lights her cigarette, picks at the carcass of a Coles rotisserie chicken. I think about how much more depressed I am since I got Netflix. She tells me she feels as if she is my grandmother; I can call her anytime, with any problem.'  (Publication abstract)

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    y separately published work icon The Lifted Brow no. 42 June 2019 16842619 2019 periodical issue 'A  poet friend told me recently that they wished their poem was a brick. A festival director friend said that it's just writers having a chat. And a friend with a grant to write a novel has just taken up carpentry.' (Editorial introduction) 2019 pg. 109-111
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