Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
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 …
Continue reading "Shakespeare, Ane Brun, a Yacht Race, and Sting"
One of the things I’ve been working on over the course of the last fifteen months is a series of poems that started when dad was dying. I am what I am: a writer. There is always a part of me that stands apart, and starts shaping words around whatever experience I’m having, or seeing …
Continue reading "Ambivalence, productivity, plans and blaming Selima Hill"
Way back in December last year, as I was first wallowing in the delights of Canadian poetry and checking out the magazines that had published poems I particularly enjoyed, I came across something that sounded interesting: the Contemporary Verse 2 Two-Day Poem Competition. Very simple – you sign up, and at midnight on the first day of …
that suggest anything could be about to happen, anything might lie hidden behind the words about to leap forth – the soldiers of syntax marshalled on parade, the magicians of imagination warming up their wands – but which, like the contents of a Fabergé egg or a politician’s promise or Don Juan’s trousers add the …
Déjà Vu a cento i.m. Lawrence Peter ‘Yogi’ Berra It gets late early out there. It's déjà vu all over again. We have deep depth. He’s amphibious. If the world were perfect, it wouldn’t be. When you come to a fork in the road, (What time is it? You mean now?) take it. Pair up …
A Dark Feathered Art 