Poetry. Photography.
Jeanne Julian
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.
- 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.
- 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 includes a poem of mine included. Poetry, prose, and art in a free PDF!
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Sunrise, Acadia National Park, Maine
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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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