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By | 1 April 2010
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Suzanne Jones loves to weave words via a tapestry of spoken word narratives and music. Two time finalist in the Nimbin Performance Poetry World Cup, winner of the National Poetry Week Open Mic Championship (2006), finalist in the QPF Poetry Slam (2006); she has been published in the likes of Going Down Swinging, Page Seventeen, Black Mail Press, Cottonmouth, and Spoken in One Strange Word; she has also featured at the Queensland Poetry Festival, WordFood at Woodford Folk Festival, and the Australian Poetry Slam.

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