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The Conjure of Sacrifice

October 31, 2018

Click the link below to read “The Conjure of Sacrifice” by Dianne Turgeon Richardson! 

The Conjure of Sacrifice by Dianne Turgeon Richardson

 

Dianne Turgeon Richardson’s work has appeared in print and online in such places as Sundog Lit, Sinkhole, Glass Poetry: Writers Resist Series, Moonchild Magazine and The Florida Review, among others. She holds an MFA from the University of Central Florida and currently works as a proposal writer. She makes occasional appearances at literary events around the city of Orlando and is working on a poetry collection that blends the political with forms of magick and ritual.

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