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If In Dublin This Thursday....

The Burning Bush 2 presents Patrick Chapman, Christodoulos Makris and
Kevin Graham at the Irish Writers Centre, on Thursday 27th September.
Admission is free and doors open at 7:30pm.

Our featured poets will be preceded by an open mic: the first six
people to sign up on the night get a slot.

Patrick, Christodoulos and Kevin have all featured in The Burning Bush
2
magazine. Check out issues our first three issues on
www.burningbush2.com

Patrick Chapman is an Irish poet, writer and screenwriter, born in
1968. His poetry collections include Jazztown, (Raven Arts Press,
1991), The New Pornography (Salmon Poetry, 1996), Breaking Hearts And
Traffic Lights
(Salmon Poetry, 2007), A Shopping Mall on Mars,
(BlazeVOX, 2008) & The Darwin Vampires, (Salmon Poetry, 2010). His
story collection, The Wow Signal (Bluechrome) was published in 2007.
His new and selected poems will be published by Salmon later this
year. You can find him at www.patrickchapman.net

Christodoulos Makris is the author of the collection Spitting Out the
Mother Tongue
(Wurm Press, 2011), the chapbook Round the Clock (Wurm
Press, 2009) and the chapbook / artist’s book, Muses Walk (yes, but is
it poetry, 2012). He lives in Dublin.

Kevin Graham lives and works in Dublin. His poetry has appeared in
Poetry Ireland Review, Crannóg, The Shop, Southword, The Moth and
others. He was chosen to participate in this year’s Poetry Ireland
Introduction Series

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