Blossom all over the lawn? Check. Blackbirds having dogfights through the trees? Check. A mixture of t-shirts and wooly jumpers strewn about the house Because Of The Freakin’ Weather? Check. An almost uncontrollable urge to get up in front of strangers and air my new poems? Check. That can only mean one thing … The Spring Readings …
Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
A Dark Feathered Art 