Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
I knew the world was going to end after Trump won the election, but I didn’t realise that the planet also felt that way. Jokes aside, we’re ok here – shaken, hyper-vigilent, seriously sleep-deprived, but intact. But I have to confess I did spend a bit of time whimpering. The big one just seemed to …
Continue reading "An absolutely uneventful night in Canterbury"
For those of you who didn’t make it, oh wow, you missed an incredible night. For starters, it was absolutely packed. Martin and Lisa (who own the joint) reckon we had over 200 people, and the waiting staff were working like mad things ferrying pizza and pints and beakers … incredible. I kept meaning to take some …
Continue reading "Report on the Launch of Leaving the Red Zone"
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 …
Just a very quick post to update you on the progress with selections for the Earthquake anthology – we had said we’d let people know our initial selections by the end of November, but we’re running late. Mostly my fault – my other half went on a business trip to the US, and brought me back a …
Five years ago today that the earth decided it was time for a change, and went off exloring the surrounding areas. Five years since sleepy, flat, boring Canterbury became an altogether too exciting place to try and and do anything like "settle". Five years since phrases like "terra firma" (I can't be the only person …
