bulbous blooms
drooping, fading
leaning toward
past-their-prime.
a snip here, a tuck there
secateurs inserted
just above the node —
striving to neither maim nor kill.

bulbous blooms
drooping, fading
leaning toward
past-their-prime.
a snip here, a tuck there
secateurs inserted
just above the node —
striving to neither maim nor kill.
My poem, little crooked creek, appears in today’s Substack posting of The Winged Moon Literary Magazine. I hope you’ll like it.
black smoke, billowing
heat of a thousand roaring fires
unrepentant abandon
petite, a head shorter than me
a young nurse takes my vitals—
her tiny, pale pink nails
honey locust leafy boughs,
tumultuous spring-green explosion—
the pleasant entirety
of my sunroom window view
northern wildfire plume
settles in —
my burning eyes,
my miserable, miserable nose
awash in white light
every artefact laid bare
chill of exposed flesh
my sins, too soon, revealed
morning becomes her
the quiet stillness
she pencils in
her To Do list
with pointed restraint
sweet alyssum’s tiny buds
peer through the herb garden
dots of pink & purple
amongst the vibrant greens
My poems, Arctic and field, were published today by January House Literary Journal. They will appear in the print issue this fall. I love the opportunity to share my work with fellow poets and writers. Thank you!!
Two Poems by Julie Allyn Johnson – January House Literary Journal
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