Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
On the way in to the class, I needed to fill up with petrol. (The car, not me.) First option: a queue. Ok, continue in to Lincoln. Get to Lincoln. All bowsers occupied. People towing boats, filling jerry cans. People from cars standing around talking. Pull in to a car park to wait. Get gazzumped by two other …
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Sometimes the universe seems to line things up, so that it feels as though you are receiving a domino-chain of affirmation – random things, unrelated or only tangentially so, that fall into place with a sound like yes! Yes. Yes. See, we’re aligning for you! Yes. Yes. Yes. Synchronicity, in other words. I try not to be superstitious (or …
For those of you on the West Coast, or anyone who fancies the idea of a weekend immersed in poetry, the planning for Guy Fawkes Weekend in Greymouth has come together with the sort of efficiency not seen since the Opening Ceremony of the Beijing Olympics. Details are below and in the sidebar, or click …
A Dark Feathered Art 