Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
Just came across the announcement. I haven't read The Shadow of Sirius yet, so it's another one to add to my list. He's been one of my favourite American poets for quite a while. Ever since I read "Place" in Bill Moyers' anthology The Language of Life (a book that I recommend very highly). Then …
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Blues for an Old Photograph Girl, if you knew what was coming, you'd flee. Girl, I know you will suffer and grieve, and curl on the floor like a witchetty grub, and bleed. Young. You are young, and strong – you're strong. Just never enough, or for long. Cross your arms on your chest – that's …
Well I've finally finished going over the proofs of The Summer King. Done, and dispatched back to my publisher. It still feels pretty amazing – a mixture of glee and dread (not a usual combination, I know). The poems feel like old friends now, and friends that I'm happy to see again. The weirdest thing …
untitled You are the sound of water, a fountain, somewhere nearby but just out of sight, around the next corner maybe. A paved square, a plaça beneath tall trees, the dappled light of old trees outside a church where children are quiet, at prayer, heads bent to their own strange thoughts. Gaudi knew this place. The day is …
Aubade from the Milkman a bowl of fresh mozzarella soft and delicate the curve of its skin dewy and rounded the bones the arch of your face so changeable firm to the touch but milky-sweet and yeilding to me This one was triggered by a ReadWritePoem newsfeed: I order dairy for a co-op; I …
A Dark Feathered Art 