I recently got my notification from the folks at CV2 that it is time once again to sign up for their annual Two-Day Poem Contest. Yep, that one. The one where I had to write a poem using (among other words) absquatulate, and copacetic. (You know it’s bad when ‘bombastic’ scarcely rates a mention.) If …
Judge? Mental.
Here we are, beginning the long slide into winter, and in a clever attempt to keep warm I’m donning my best wig and doing another stint of judging. Two stints, in fact: judging the Junior Poetry Competition for the New Zealand Poetry Society, and the Jean Ruddenklau Poetry Trophy for the South Island Writers’ Association. …
Joanna Preston Interviews … Joanna Preston
Today I’ll be interviewing poet, editor, chicken-lover— —Er, can we please be clear that that is ‘lover’ in the sense of ‘being very keen on, but not at all in a sexual sense’ please? Yes, of course. Let me see. Poet, editor, chicken-keeper —is that ok? Yes, thank you, much better. I already get quite …
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