I used to want to be a writer. I used to get excited about poetry, new books. I used to write in class, just for the joy of throwing words around. what happened? did I get sidetracked by journalism, which siphoned off the pleasure of writing - which I still enjoy - without satisfying my need to make things up, to play?
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Victorian Writers' Centre Journals
Southerly
Andromeda submissions
Cardigan Press
wetink
Literature and aesthetics
Jacket online magazine - with links
Colloquy - postgrad writings
McSweeney's
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