Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
Meant to post this a while ago – I’ve had a second poem from The Summer King picked up by Cambridge University Press for use in their Songs of Ourselves anthology for study – this time the poem is Gloves, and the anthology is Songs of Ourselves vol. 3. I haven’t seen a copy of …
Welcome Joanna, it’s been a while since we last spoke. Yes indeedy. Cripes, is it … ten years?! Actually I think it’s longer than that. Really? Really. It was April 2014. And that’s longer than ten years ago? It is. It was twelve years ago. Crikey! At the time you had just signed on to …
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I wanted to call this NaPoWriMo 2025 – All go (but will we survive?), but apparently that sucks for SEO. Ahem. This is to confirm that yes, The Poetry Class will once again be running an NZ NaPoWriMo site for people who want to torment themselves gradually devolve into lunacy challenge themselves poetically and join …
I’ve been going to post this for a while, but as I’m currently sitting at the table at my mum's place on the edge of Bass Strait, it feels like the appropriate time. All three of the poems I completed last year (and probably a similar number this year, dammit) were PoMFa poems (the Portrait …
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This year, half gone, has worn heavy. A sickness plagued the cattle,and many were lost. A blighthas afflicted the crops –the ears of grain grow sticky and dark and will not ripen. What we have to share, we give, but so many are hungry.When the king left, Father Higbald stripped the hangings and plate from …
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A Dark Feathered Art 