Poetry. Photography.
Jeanne Julian
Cormorants at Kettle Cove, Cape Elizabeth, Maine
- My poem "Letter to Snowbirds" is included in the anthology Connecting Nature, published by the Eastport (Maine) Arts Center.
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- Here's a link to a poem that's a eulogy for the late novelist Alfred Kern, one one of my writing teachers: "Mentor" in Streetlight Magazine.
- Recently reviewed two excellent poetry collections, by Ken Fifer and Marcia LeBeau, for The Main Street Rag and Pedestal Magazine, respectively.
- Does It Have Pockets has cool graphics, and in the September 1 issue, two of my poems: "Succulent" and "On Hold."
- "Shortfall (Family Edition)" was selected as a finalist in Broad River Review's 2024 Ron Rash Awards for Poetry. The poem will appear in a future issue.
- My review of Richard Blanco's lastest collection, Homeland of My Body,is in The Main Street Rag, spring 2024.
- "From Away" is in the fall 2024 issue of Main Street Rag.The poem is about adapting to life in a new place.
A video of my poem "The Color of It" that's in included in the anthology From Pandemic to Protest, released fall 2021 from The Poetry Box.
- Even the table of contents is "haunting" in the themed issue of Synkroniciti (vol.6, no. 4), which includes my poem "Recurrence," a meditation on impermanence, the Galveston hurricane of 1900, and climate change.
- Thanks to co-editors Luisa A. Igloria, Aileen Cassinetto, and David Hassler for their swiftness in responding to the submission of my poem "We Are Nature." And thanks for including it in their Gallery, one of many poems under consideration for their planned print anthology The Nature of Our Times:Poems on America’s Lands, Waters,
Wildlife, and Other Natural Wonders.
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Girl in Pink, Harpswell, Maine
Sunrise, Acadia National Park, Maine
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Quotations for writers
“People imagined poems were wispy things, she said, frilly things, like lace doilies. But in fact they were like claws, like the metal spikes mountaineers use to find purchase on the sheer face of a glacier. By writing a poem, the lady poets could break through the slippery, nothingy surface of the life they were enclosed in, to the passionate reality that beat beneath it. Instead of falling down the sheer face, they could haul themselves up, line by line, until at last they stood on top of the mountain. And then, maybe, just maybe, they might for an instant see the world as it really is.”
—Miss Julie Grehan, in The Bee Sting, by Paul Murray
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