Imago A box, made of some dark wood with no scent, no discernible grain. Inlaid into the lid, a scene of welcome made from scales that shone like pearls in shallow water. A man and his daughter and a tree with arching limbs. Shall I tell you about angels? There was no latch, no lock, …
Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
A Dark Feathered Art 