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E.S. Liew (she/they) is a writer who has published short stories in Muse: Better Safe than Sorry, and Strange 4. She has taught creative writing at the University of Melbourne. For the past two decades, she has, while not busy teaching others how to write, published poetry and feature articles in Australia or overseas in newspapers and magazines, some of which you won't find archived online because video had only just killed the radio star. Recent published work include "Recalling the Message" for the Neighbourhood Clinic Initiative, "Susan" for the Melbourne Writer's Group Lockdown Anthology, and her novel, "The Gatherer", was longlisted for the 2021 First Pages Prize and shortlisted for the 2020 Deborah Cass Prize. 
She completed a master’s degree in creative writing at the University of Melbourne. Because she spent her formative years traveling between countries and cultures as a third-culture-kid, her master's thesis, which is linked on this site, is about writing through the ambiguities of being and belonging. Her PhD dissertation is about paramodern literature, but that is subject to change. 
She writes and dreams on Wurundjeri land in Australia, but can be found exactly where you are (here) at Graphite Glory: https://graphiteglory.blogspot.com.




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