Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
This year, half gone, has worn heavy. A sickness plagued the cattle,and many were lost. A blighthas afflicted the crops –the ears of grain grow sticky and dark and will not ripen. What we have to share, we give, but so many are hungry.When the king left, Father Higbald stripped the hangings and plate from …
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As the title of this post suggests, I’ve been a busy woman lately. Which isn't unusual for me at this time of year – historically my best and most productive periods of writing have tended to be in winter. But this year has been … different. Turns out that winning awards makes stuff happen! First, …
355 Colombo Street Yes, across a number of different cities and towns you will indeed see my face (sorry) and be able to read The dollhouse. In stonkingly high letters! The posters actually started going up a week ago, but I managed to come down with a cough and general malaise which meant I spent …
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A Dark Feathered Art 