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Deb Matthews-Zott

Deb Matthews-Zott is a South Australian poet, reviewer and editor with a keen interest in filmmaking and audio poetry. She has published two collections of poetry, Shadow Selves (2003) and Slow Notes (2008), through Ginninderra Press.

Creative Licences and CCMixter

Do you remember a time when you completed the written draft of a poem and signed it with the © symbol beside your name? By including the copyright symbol you probably thought you were asserting your ownership of the poem and establishing yourself as the creator, as well as protecting your exclusive right to publish, perform or otherwise deal with your creation. However, you do not need to include this symbol in order to be protected by copyright law; in Australia, this protection is automatic when an original work is written and you retain control of your work unless you sell or transfer the exclusive rights.

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Deb Matthews-Zott reviews Michael Sharkey

The Sweeping Plain by Michael Sharkey Five Islands Press, 2007 The Sweeping Plain is Michael Sharkey's fourteenth collection of poetry and follows the publication of History: Selected Poems 1978-2000 in 2002. On the cover of this collection is Eliel Saarinen's …

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Deb Matthews-Zott Reviews Peter Skrzynecki

Old/New World: New & Selected Poems by Peter Skrzynecki University of Queensland Press, 2007 Peter Skrzynecki is renowned for his poetic rendering of migrant experience, over three decades, and was awarded a Medal of the Order of Australia 'for his …

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Deb Matthews-Zott reviews Dorothy Porter

What a Piece of Work by Dorothy Porter Picador, 2000 Dorothy Porter's previous verse novel, The Monkey's Mask, was a huge success – it won The Age Book of the Year for Poetry award, as well as several other prizes, …

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Red

The day her boyfriend came home from gaol She spilled out onto the quiet street In a sheer red dress Which showed her flattened breasts, Her bones. And the mad edge of her laughter Held itself to the neighbour’s throats. …

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