selected poetry

“How to Make Dandelion Wine” The New Republic
”All the Flowers are for Me” SWIMM
”Little Black Dress” and “Julia” Plume
”Black Hole” North American Review
”Aubade” and “My soul wears a crown of milk thistle and woolly-heads” Fourway Review
”I Dreamed I Was Venus de Milo” Gulf Coast
”Braid Him Into the Earth” Plume
”For An Abandoned Library in Detroit” Missouri Review
”Doxology” On the Seawall

Julia’s poems can also be found in print in

Bennington Review, Cherry Tree, Colorado Review, The Massachusetts Review, Pleiades, Poetry International, storySouth, and Southern Humanities Review

God Denies Any Knowledge of Dead Angel in His Bed

He searches Heaven’s cabinets for a hangover cure.
Combs knotted stars from his beard.
Sets the morning agenda. To the blind shepherd
he dictates a note: The wind is blue.
And what of tsunamis, wars?
Macedonian wells infested with bees?
God has a headache. His hands tremble.
He cannot look at the heap of sheets,
her celestial body, marcelled bob, cold
in his chamber. No one understands
that he is full of duende. Not the swarm of angels,
their platinum regiment rapping
at his windows, rattling doors, voices sharp
and clear, Why? God covers his ears.

first published in Southern Humanities Review