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Evan Guilford-Blake

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Bio: Evan Guilford-Blake writes prose, plays and poetry for adults and children. His published prose includes the novel Animation and the award-winning short story collection American Blues, for adults; and the novel The Bluebird Prince for middle-grade students. His plays have been performed internationally, and have won 46 competitions. Thirty-nine are published. His work has also appeared in about 90 journals and anthologies, winning 27 awards and garnering three Pushcart Prize nominations. Evan and his wife (and inspiration) Roxanna, a jewelry designer and business writer, live in the southeastern US.
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