I'm teaching Sharon Olds tomorrow at Polytech, so this week I've been re-immersing myself in her work. I'd forgotten how good it is. You remember the sex, the violence, the big-ticket melodrama of her relationship with her father. But I'd forgotten how much she writes of sheer physical joy – how good it feels to …
Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
A Dark Feathered Art 