I have a confession to make. I'm a coward. I've been browsing through some other peoples' blogs – specifically, the blogs of some other NZ poets –and getting quite twitchy. You see, I have no litcrit. I can't talk the talk, let alone walk the walk. And, to be honest, the only time I wish …
Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
A Dark Feathered Art 