Poetry.  Photography.

Jeanne Julian

Cormorants at Kettle Cove, Cape Elizabeth, Maine

- The Maine Poets Society has released Timberline and Shoreline: Celebrating the enduring legacy of poetry in Maine. This anthology of poetry by current members honors the society's 90th anniversary. Poets Jenny Doughty, Bill Frayer, Gus Peterson, Debbie Smith, Ellen White, and I served as editors. Over 150 poets are represented—myself included!—by one or two poems each. 


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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.

Pinhole Poetry chose a delightful image to accompany my poem "The Drive to Work" in their social media posts. The editors also ask contributors some interesting questions about writing process.


Wordpeace, a multi-genre online journal dedicated to peace and social justice, shares my poem "Almost Warm" in the winter/spring 2026 issue. 














...a divorced man rides a mower,
drives in tightening circles
through overgrown grass, lawn
sloping from a brick house. This silage
sweetens a sappy dream—of a call
I make. To him. The bright ring he cannot hear.

—-from"The Drive to Work,"  in Pinhole Poetry, Vol. 5, issue 1, April 2026



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Sunrise, Acadia National Park, Maine

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Woodland path, Holyoke, Massachusetts


​​​Quotations for writers


“I just realized I sound as if I know what I’m doing. It can seem that way, as I’m looking back at a process that’s already past tense, but the fact is writing poems for me has always been about my ability to be open to serendipity and haunting. Sometimes I feel like I’m flying. Often, I feel like Hansel and Gretel hunting for a trail of breadcrumbs that has already been eaten by nightingales. Now and then I’m lucky enough to be standing at a dark window, watching a thunderstorm, my hands pressed against the metal window frame, just when a bolt of lightning splits an oak tree outside the window, burns a short trail across the grass, and strikes me, knocking me on my ass and filling me with blue electricity.”

—Diane Seuss, poets.org


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