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Richard MakinRichard Makin is a writer, poet and artist. His novel Dwelling (2011) was published by Reality Street. This book is the second in a trilogy. The first novel was titled Work, and was published by Great Works. The third book, Mourning, is in process and forthcoming with Equus Press (2015). Chapters of this have been published in VLAK, the anthology In Conversation With Stuart Sutcliffe, and by Golden Handcuffs Review. Other publications includes Forword and Universlipre (both Equipage Press), and the anthologies Foil (Etruscan Books) and The RealityStreet Book Of Sonnets. He lives in St Leonards on the south coast of England.

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