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Leontia Flynn & Zoë Skoulding

My critical perspectives of Leontia Flynn and Zoë Skoulding are now up on the British Council's Contemporary Writers website, and having recently completed reviews of Glyn Maxwell's Hide Now and Colette Bryce's new collection, Self-Portrait in the Dark, these will appear in Stand magazine soon - current issue features new poems by Katy Evans-Bush and Ian Duhig.

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Unknown said…
Both read as very fair accounts of their work. For obvious reasons, I was interested in reading Leontia Flynn's crit. perspective. You're incredibly busy these days!

And happy birthday, belatedly :)
Ben Wilkinson said…
A happy belated birthday to you too, Barbara; glad to hear you enjoyed the CPs. Hope you're well and writing plenty :)

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