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Julie Grace
Nov 24, 20191 min read
Pushcart Nomination
I am incredibly honored that The Chaffin Journal put forward my poem, "Chicken Learning," for a Pushcart Prize nomination. Thank you very...
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Julie Bolitho
Aug 26, 20192 min read
Chicken Learning
I'm pleased to note that 'Chicken Learning' has been printed in the most recent edition of The Chaffin Journal. Chicken Learning Julie...
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Julie Bolitho
Aug 26, 20191 min read
World Series
I'm pleased to note that 'World Series' has been printed in the most recent edition of The Chaffin Journal. World Series Julie Bolitho...
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Julie Grace
Nov 10, 20181 min read
Cashew Moon
Really pleased that my poem, "Cashew Moon," is being featured on Remembered Arts Journal's weekly edition this week. Check it out here or...
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Julie Bolitho
Sep 28, 20181 min read
Dirt Prayer
I wrote this poem quite a few years ago, and when I saw the call on Submittable for poems of peace, I thought of this. I'm pleased...
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Julie Bolitho
Jul 31, 20165 min read
Smile
A spoken-word poem performed at the Catholic Chaplaincy in Oxford University. Smile by Julie Bolitho Thursday. I’m walking down St....
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Julie Bolitho
Feb 25, 20155 min read
Heart Real Estate
First performed at the Catweazle Club in Oxford. Heart Real Estate Julie Bolitho “You’re taking up too much real estate in my mind,” she...
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Julie Bolitho
Mar 11, 20141 min read
The Cancer Gang
initiation is painful but quick before you know you’ve signed up been beaten down you’re enrolled entangled in a web created by...
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Julie Bolitho
Jul 29, 20131 min read
in the kingdom
my dog uses urine like an empire would a flag as if he says, “With this drop I claim this land for the royal line of Spaniel. No Labrador...
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Julie Bolitho
Jul 29, 20131 min read
Grief
Dena asks me, “How do you cope with grief?” and all I can think of are the licked-clean broken eggshells scattered with pinecones along...
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Julie Bolitho
Jul 31, 20102 min read
Leaf Writers' Magazine Interview
The day of my twenty-first birthday I flew to Ukraine on a travel grant which allowed me to work with orphans outside Chernobyl Zone 1....
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Julie Bolitho
Jul 1, 20101 min read
brushing away
after sex when my ear is pressed to the skin above your heart and your hand is brushing the damp strands of brown hair sticking to my...
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Julie Bolitho
Jun 30, 20101 min read
on visiting a friend
when my best friend from university tells me that he has just been accepted to San Francisco State I give him the reply that when it...
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Julie Bolitho
Feb 28, 20101 min read
Check.
We’re trying to support cows so there is no milk and we’re trying to pay the bills so there is no milk substitute and this morning I...
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Julie Bolitho
Feb 28, 20101 min read
midnight on the subway
tonight it’s a black man and woman making love with their necks and whispers on the dirty railway car yesterday it was a Chinese couple...
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Julie Bolitho
Jul 31, 20091 min read
On driving to chemotherapy
In Minnesota in February the black cows that graze in view of the freeway pull their hooves up and move through the snow mud and sparse...
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Julie Bolitho
Nov 30, 20081 min read
Poem for My Cat
When there was cancer in my neck you would come down to my bedroom and rest your chin on mine while I slept. You would curl your body in...
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Julie Bolitho
Sep 30, 20081 min read
macadamia nut steamers
At fifteen we sat in church Sundays and felt guilty about the sex Saturdays. We wouldn’t hear the sermons— we would feel each other’s...
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Julie Bolitho
Mar 31, 20081 min read
reviving february
in dead january on michigan highway you hold my splitting ends tight to my frozen neck and you bring my chin up and brush your freckled...
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Julie Bolitho
Oct 6, 20071 min read
ukraine
there is an old soviet train running through communities of communist orchards and the family planters remain towns away bussing each day...
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