Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
[Apologies if this turns up twice for some people – it disappeared around midday, so I reposted.] Your first exercise is to write a poem about a time when you were locked out – maybe of your house, your car, the bathroom, your dorm, whatever. And yes, you may invent an occasion if you’ve never …
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Well that’s another swathe of plans sent down the porcelain gullet! Here I was, one class down, the second not due to be taught until May (leaving a comfortable amount of time to do some research, some gentle and leisurely reading, and maybe even some actual writing of my own), being very good and diligent …
… in lieu of signing off. Which I kinda forgot about for 2019. But here I am, back again. Hooray! This year I’m planning to only teach in the first six months. Much as I enjoy it, it does eat in to the time and energy I need for my own writing. And the stats …
… and still the [redacted]s keep dying on me! It was bad enough when Mary Oliver died in January. Then WS Merwin and Linda Gregg in March. And then Les Murray (April 29th, although I found out much later). And Stanley Plumly, also in April, who I’d corresponded with from time to time when I …
Wednesday night marked the end of a fairly important chapter in my life, and the beginning of a new one. Taking my turn, along with about thirty other people, I walked up to a lectern, made a short speech, took an oath, and became a New Zealand citizen. It was a special occasion. Lots of …
A Dark Feathered Art 