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1 Shelf Reflection : Sam George-Allen Sam George-Allen , 2019 single work interview
— Appears in: Kill Your Darlings [Online] , March 2019;
1 Adult Industry Sam George-Allen , 2015 single work essay
— Appears in: The Lifted Brow , June no. 26 2015; (p. 61-68) The Best of The Lifted Brow Volume Two 2017; 'When I walk into the club this is what I see: a long, low room with vinyl-padded walls. Dim red lighting. Low seats surrounding a catwalk with two poles. High round tables and bar stools. Other job applicants already filling out application forms. One elderly guy in a seat by the catwalk. A brunette woman in towering plastic shoes with LED lights in the soles, rotating slowly on one of the poles in a yellow g-string.' (Introduction)
1 1 y separately published work icon I Put a Spell on You Sam George-Allen , Strawberry Hills : Spineless Wonders , 2015 11449909 2015 selected work prose

'In I Put A Spell on You, Sam George-Allen explores how certain practices of women today mirror the work of their spell-casting ancestors. This collection sheds light on who witches actually were, before patriarchal societies painted these women as the wart-faced bedfellows of demons.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.
1 Home Sam George-Allen , 2014 single work short story
— Appears in: Bumf 2014;
1 Trap Sam George-Allen , 2012 single work short story
— Appears in: Voiceworks , Summer no. 91 2012-2013; (p. 23-25) 'Looking straight down from the water's edge, you could have been staring into a car-park puddle. There were crocodiles in the river. Everyone knew someone whose dog was taken when they were fishing, or a friend of a friend who lost a kid after camping too close to the mangroves. It snaked through the whole town, latticed with single-track bridges that the cane train rattled over in harvest season, the smell of bodies and sugar overflowing into every street...'

 (Publication abstract)
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