Poetry. Photography.
Jeanne Julian
November woods, Massachusetts
Cormorants at Kettle Cove, Cape Elizabeth, Maine
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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.
- Through synchronicity, my poem about asylum-seekers in Maine, written in 2023, and selected for publication months ago, was printed in the Portland Sunday newspaper on the weekend following the fatal shooting of Alex Pretti by ICE agents in Minneapolis, that tragedy following the killing by ICE of Renee Good. The poem presents a peaceful alternative to the prejudice, slander, and violence defining the administration's stance on immgration. Thanks to the series curator, Megan Grumbling. See below.
- "They Leave the Potluck" is in the Winter section of The Northeast Coast, issue II.
- The Kleksograph for January 2026 is out, with a poem of mine included. Poetry, prose, and art in a free PDF!
- Very much appreciate Rust & Moth including my poem "The Arborist's Embrace" in their Autumn 2025 issue, amid some cool poems by others: check out a contemporary sonnet by Marc Alan di Martino, "Splitscreen: Skatepark."
- Jackdaw Review issues come to you as an attractive online flipbook, with some provocative art work! My poem "Lament on Leaving Home for Two Weeks," Issue #2.
- Two poems in volume 4, issue 1, of Sangam.
- Pedestal Magazine includes my review of the wonderful collection Perishable by Stelios Mormoris (Tupelo Press). Regrettably, the talented poet and editor John Amen will be ending its run after 25 years.
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Sunrise, Acadia National Park, Maine
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On the gallery deck, Portland Head Light,
Cape Elizabeth, Maine
Quotations for writers
“What happens when you step away from the known, or what you think you know? Because of the internet, there’s the assumption that every question is searchable, every place is viewable, and every person is findable. This is not true, and never will be. Perhaps this is the prerogative of the writer, to go left instead of right, to click instead of scroll. If you assume the internet, just like the world, is a conquerable and knowable place, then you exempt yourself wonder. And there is no art without wonder. As writers, we must not only believe wilderness still exists, but also cultivate it. Writing what you know is safe, but writing while lost is sublime.”
—Kathleen Boland, LitHub
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