Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
So here we are again, with the final few hours of the year ticking down. It’s been quite a year. I’m not going to touch on news, current events, politics etc (just take argh as read) – I’ve had to stop listening to roughly half my podcasts for the sake of my emotional wellbeing (you …
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One of the things I’ve been working on over the course of the last fifteen months is a series of poems that started when dad was dying. I am what I am: a writer. There is always a part of me that stands apart, and starts shaping words around whatever experience I’m having, or seeing …
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(Originally I was going to add the word “sky” to the title of this post, but I like the possibilities suggested without it.) In an interesting bit of co-incidence, it’s just been announced that 4300 square kilometres of the MacKenzie Basin has been declared a Dark Sky Reserve – the biggest in the world. How …
Wanting to learn this place, this collection of houses and people and lives that I came to willingly, that I chose, open-eyed, and that seemed to even welcome us here with cherry blossom, with the heartbreathless green of new leaf after winter, after wandering lost, that welcomed us with the gentle faith of my own …
(Or for those of you who prefer Fleetwood Mac to George Michael, how about “You can go your own way”?) I just had one of those writing experiences that is both scary and encouraging. A poem that I've been working on for ages just shook me off, gave itself a flap and opened out into …
A Dark Feathered Art 