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 …
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 couple of people have gently commented that I haven’t posted anything for a while, so I thought I’d give you something to keep you going. I’ve got a few things coming up – announcements about events for Poetry Day (August 23rd this year), the Canterbury Poets’ Collective readings (just got the funding – yay!) …
Having loads of fun with this latest class. We’ve got a really good group, with roughly half of them being people I’ve not taught before. Which can be quite nerve-wracking to begin with – you’re never quite sure what will and what won’t work, whether there will be personality clashes, or whether the differences in …
Build it of stone, of brick, of twisted metal. Build it of shattering masonry. Build it of glass. Build it of cards of condolence. Build it of tears. Build it of lives, of lies, of lying alone with the stone of absence filling your belly. Build it of stars. Build it of asphalt. Build it …
A Dark Feathered Art 