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- "Prelude to Lust" was a finalist for the North Carolina Literary Review's James Applewhite Prize.

- "Burial Ground, James City": recently nominated for the "Best of the Net" anthology by Wraparound South.

- Delighted to accept an award for third prize in the poetry category (for "First Apartment") in the contest leading up to Pamlico Writers Group's forthcoming anthology, "Flavors of Home." Deborah Doolittle, a fine poet and teacher, was the judge. Deborah has a new book, Floribunda, out from  Main Street Rag.

- Honored that my poem "The Loneliness of the Mortal Coil" was a finalist for the 2018 North Carolina Poetry Society's Poet Laureate Award, with Shelby Stephenson as the judge.

- My poem "Thread," inspired by a quilt crafted by Sally Rowe, has been accepted by ​Minerva Rising.

- The "In the News" issue of The Poeming Pigeon (the literary journal issued by The Poetry Box) will be out in September, including my sarcastic poem "Security."

At the awards gathering with Pamlico Writers Group president Sherri Lupton Hollister, author of the novel ​Chrome Pink.

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...Lurking in the sassafras and briars
the deer, the screech owl, knew—
as the wild know fire
without ever having felt a flame,
or sense betrayal in a collar—
...that here

those old bones, hidden,
human, redolent of suffering,
lay—not at rest: waiting....

—from "Burial Ground, James City" by Jeanne Julian

Nominated for the Best of the Net anthology by Wraparound South

"One in Every Crowd" and "Bench, Casco Bay" are two of the monochrome series of images included in my gallery space at Community Artists Gallery and Studios, an artisan co-op in New Bern. I guess I have a thing about empty seats!

Poetry.  Photography.

Jeanne Julian

Quote of the Month

“If you're a writer, or a creative person, there will be times when you feel it would be wiser to stop, to give up on making poems, or photos, or clay pots, or paintings. Things start to build up. Manuscripts, pots, photo files, stretchers. Maybe no one wants them, or you've hit a wall, or you've been badly reviewed or rejected. (I just might be speaking from experience). But I'm here to tell you, you should continue. 

In a book of conversations with the poet Li-Young Lee, called Breaking the Alabaster Jar, he talks at one point about the mandalas that are made by Tibetan monks from coloured sand. How when the mandala is done and after it’s looked at for a day or two, the monks dump the sand into a river. This act isn't accompanied by any feelings of loss or sadness.

Because: it’s the making of the thing that matters. How that changes you.”

—Shawna Lemay

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