The Snake Will Be There Soon (Book) - 7/1/2009 4:11:29 PM
Congrats and good luck on your new chap book. I am sure it will be well received.
hugs
fee
The Snake Will Be There Soon (Book) - 7/1/2009 2:25:07 PM
Congratulations, Julie. I'll stop by your site soon. af-g.
The Eleventh Commandment? (Short Story) - 12/2/2009 5:00:33 PM
Dear Julie, I have to tell you my new friend, after I just read your backround I am totally impressed. I on the other hand quit school at 17 and enlisted in the Navy. Oh I got my diploma while in the Navy, but I was always a street kid from the Bronx. My Father was Italian born and my Mother was Italian-Irish from Cleveland. I write to much about myself. I am happy to meet you and to call you my friend.
GOD BLESS
Tony
The Plums of Childhood - Chapter Nine (Short Story) - 5/9/2009 12:06:22 PM
Another great chapter with lots of wisdom and wit... hey what a great title..."Wisdom and Wit" oops sorry off track, enjoy the little bits of history that you blend so well with your family and your life and no you don't have to be famous to have a bio.
hugs
fee
The Plums of Childhood - Chapter Nine (Short Story) - 5/8/2009 7:56:58 PM
Julie, I love the rambling, love the past and present juxtaposition,
the anger couched in humor (and great humor it is). I particularly
like the opening paragraph, though I might have tagged it: Talk
about poetic justice. Write on. -gene.
The Plums of Childhood - Chapter Eight (Short Story) - 4/28/2009 8:30:44 AM
Thankfully, Julie, you inserted Chapter 6 1/2 (how come I don't have a 1/2 key on my keyboard?). I'm happy. -gene
The Plums of Childhood - Chapter Eight (Short Story) - 4/28/2009 2:15:49 AM
Again you captivate and keep me smiling throughout this write and your ability to project back into time and become again that little girl that was you is amazing. The images you draw are spectacular and at the risk of being called a perv the last scene of you pulling on your brother and his enjoyment had me giggling as it stood out so well...oops pardon the pun...more more more..
hugs
fee
The Plums of Childhood - Chapter Seven (Short Story) - 4/27/2009 11:26:00 AM
JICTBCBYMP. Existentialism run rampant at four. Somewhere, dear
Kierkegaard is smiling, a kind of introvertic (sic) smile. By the
way, my mother is part of my "male" personality; she introduced me
to books. I never read "The Mellops Go Diving for Treasure," but I
did romp with the Rover Boys. When you finish it, The Plum may well be the intellectual distaff counterpart to The Catcher in the Rye.
I love it. -gene.
The Plums of Childhood - Chapter Seven (Short Story) - 4/27/2009 8:17:38 AM
...and you continue to keep this as perky and up beat as you did on page one...well done. MOre please.
hugs
fee
An Ordinary Housewife's Take........... (Short Story) - 4/26/2009 10:00:58 AM
I have recurring dreams about school, about not being prepared. Yet I was an “A” student. Last night I dreamed I was in class.
I have this dream often both as a student and as and educator being unprepared. You have expressed a great deal here and, in my humble opinion, it is very well-written. Love and peace to you, Juli.
Regis
The Plums of Childhood - Chapter Six (Short Story) - 4/26/2009 5:28:39 AM
Another great chapter and you truly have an entertaining nature in your writing, I can see this bio becoming a best seller someday with the unique style you use Julie.
hugs
Fee
The Plums of Childhood - Chapter Six (Short Story) - 4/25/2009 7:18:35 PM
Great write, Juliana, and I agree with Gene below: this is bound to be a hit! Well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
The Plums of Childhood - Chapter Six (Short Story) - 4/25/2009 6:58:06 PM
Julie, I think maybe this is the first chapter of anything
I've read devoted almost entirely to poop--and loving it.
I'm telling you, J, The Plums of Childhood is bound to be
a hit. Write on. -gene.
The Plums of Childhood memoir - Chapter Five (Short Story) - 12/27/2008 4:50:12 AM
Have to agree with Ted, there is just as much if not more humour and irony in this one as there was in it's predecessors...keep it coming Julie.
fee
The Plums of Childhood memoir - Chapter Five (Short Story) - 12/26/2008 11:13:30 AM
I have no idea how much of me is English, Irish, Viking, Puritan, or whatever. Maybe my big toe is one of those. Oh, well, it all mixed in the 'me' stew. Thank you for the laughs. :o)
Wouldn’t it be interesting if we had no control over the new body and our head ended on top of a orangutan? For me that might be a good thing. When I was a small, feather light kid, I loved climbing trees and falling out of them (well, not all of the time). Now I’m too tall, heavy and brittle for that kind of stuff but I can dream.
The Plums of Childhood memoir - Chapter Five (Short Story) - 12/25/2008 9:03:33 AM
Funny, the kind of funny I like. I mean, funny.
Are you sure you're not Woody Allen's head on
your body, or vice versa? I was in Chattanooga
once and bought my friend a Jack Daniels mug,
or vice versa. -gene.
The Plums of Childhood memoir - Chapter Five (Short Story) - 12/24/2008 11:23:58 PM
Sweetie, this is the funniest one yet, in spite of all your efforts to write serious dirgy (is there such a word?) stuff. Who esle could make high humor out of a funeral???!!!
Happy Hanukkah!!!
Ted
The Plums of Childhood - Chapter Four (Short Story) - 12/21/2008 2:05:31 AM
Ah ha, so you have figured out about doing your thing as a document and then copying it to AD. That does work. Also, if you compose your piece on another Website page, you can insert multiple pictures, decorations, etc., and then you can copy that whole thing to AD (each of the AD Admin ulcers are now cloning twins). Ha! Yes, sacred and scared are related. Early on, I noted a similar thing about god, and I have been worshipping my dog ever since (give us this day our daily Mighty Dog). Gelt is always cool, but when will someone send me some latkes? Too greasy to mail, says my Yiddish sister, but I tell her I LOVE GREASY -- grease-vitamins rule!!! Now ya got ME doing the side-track thing LOL Next chapter please :-)
Ted
The Plums of Childhood - Chapter Four (Short Story) - 12/21/2008 1:02:49 AM
To add to Gene's comment on your humor, I also like that fact that you are able to laugh and make fun of yourself...which is a rare trait but on that should be treasured. Another good chapter.
fee
The Plums of Childhood - Chapter Four (Short Story) - 12/20/2008 3:04:38 PM
Ok, Julie, so you're funny. I love it because you never seem to miss
the funny part of (your amazing) life. This, the funniest yet. af-g.
The Plums of Childhood Chapter Three (Short Story) - 12/19/2008 2:20:43 AM
Another good chapter but once again I have a small query, are you planning to publish this delightful bio once complete? The reason I ask is the reference in the last chapter and again in this one to AuthorsDen, for although we who are members are well aware of it, it may throw those who never heard of AD a little off. I like the idea of using somthing along that line but maybe somehow change it to something more internet generic. Again just a thought.
hugs
fee
The Plums of Childhood Chapter Two (Short Story) - 12/19/2008 2:13:19 AM
Well you handled the second chapter as smilingly well as the first and glad you took your Editor's advice (not mine, lol) to space. It does make it much easier to read and it is a story so far too good not to be read so keep up the good work, now pass me a smoke...
Fee
The Plums of Childhood Chapter Three (Short Story) - 12/18/2008 10:35:15 PM
Well, ole Ultimate Pooh-Bah of Creation, you chuckled me all the way through this (again), especially the part where mom and dad are instantly zapped into old age by your arrival LOL :-)
In total agreement with Gene -- editing would ruin this free-form adventure.
Ted
The Plums of Childhood Chapter Three (Short Story) - 12/18/2008 3:01:17 PM
Hoolio, I love this. Still. I think a lot of editing would hurt it.
I like the devil may care approach, and hope you can maintain it. I
know you can. A typo here and there is all I'd change. -gene.
The Plums of Childhood Chapter Two (Short Story) - 12/18/2008 11:43:16 AM
Julie, you do funny so damn well that it makes me, well, laugh.
Except for using once instead of one, it's perfect. -gene.
The Plums of Childhood Chapter Two (Short Story) - 12/18/2008 9:52:28 AM
You're on a roll, Oh Awesome One, and I chuckled my way through this one too. I think it is pretty cool for family members to insult each other. I mean, I never did have a family, but, if I did have one, I would certainly want them to insult each other all the time (would save me the time of insulting them myself). Most of your humor is in the tweaks and twists you toss into your digressions. Cool stuff :-)
Ted
The Some Child Left Behind Act (Article) - 4/26/2009 10:05:39 AM
Don't get me going on "religion/s," Juli. You put forth and defend your arguments very strongly and effectively in this article. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace,
Regis
Number the Alphabet (Poetry) - 1/31/2011 3:29:34 PM
You always present your readers with substance to "chew" on, Julie. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Number the Alphabet (Poetry) - 1/6/2011 2:16:50 PM
Luckily for us, dear J, you grew up to be You.
If I learned anything from this unique exercise,
it was to learn to write by the numbers.
I like this, and I'll probably love it after
a few more readings. I agree with Peter...
and you do it so well. af-g.
Number the Alphabet (Poetry) - 1/4/2011 5:26:11 PM
feels good to renew my ABC's ...
Who Went Away (Poetry) - 1/3/2011 5:15:19 PM
powerful ... it was me who returned to read several times ...
Number the Alphabet (Poetry) - 1/3/2011 4:23:17 PM
Another unigue and origianal message poem from Julianza...well done and powerful.
fee
Number the Alphabet (Poetry) - 1/3/2011 2:14:51 PM
A ton of bricks, tall the buildings, the needs the wants, nowhere relieve, numbers all, too many, yet you care about the pink pooch, if one leads to the other, why fuc.... bother, I guess?
Hugs!
Number the Alphabet (Poetry) - 1/3/2011 12:22:59 PM
this may in fact be the most unique poem and unique format i've ever encountered. i think i like it, actually, i do like this; but my tiny pea brain will need some time to decrypt what is actually being put forth here. it seems, on its surface, to be what i sometimes refer to as "pornography of numbers theme", where humanity is lost in the statistical/ mathematical overload bombarding us on a daily basis with facts, figures, calculations, surveys, polls, analyses, etc. i need to chew on this for a bit; but i admire the "dare to be different" aspect of the format for sure. nice work julie!!
Who Went Away (Poetry) - 1/2/2011 10:08:30 AM
Ah, Julie, you make it all so real and frightening and beautiful.
I love every line; notably:
a human thing, tiny yellow light
like a trapped star, or cat's eye accusing...
-gene.
Who Went Away (Poetry) - 1/2/2011 8:53:50 AM
This poem is truly racing along a new track, very visual, sensitive, and it certainly clearly shows an important message in it's headlight,.
Bravo Julie!!!!!!!!!! Jasmin Horst
Who Went Away (Poetry) - 1/2/2011 7:01:36 AM
Very well done, Julie, it's been a while, good to read your work again!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Who Went Away (Poetry) - 1/2/2011 5:27:51 AM
I like the running descriptive that brings the reader into your minds eye as easily as looking through a window...sweet.
fee
Who Went Away (Poetry) - 1/1/2011 8:31:36 PM
god damn great poetry julie, i think possibly your very bestest of the best!!!
Tamarind (Poetry) - 12/8/2010 8:42:53 AM
Absolutely brilliant Julianza...
Tamarind (Poetry) - 12/7/2010 2:01:22 PM
You are awash in poetry Julie, poetry that like your metaphoric ocean waves love tides and memories, Hugs!
Tamarind (Poetry) - 12/7/2010 11:21:04 AM
damn poetess, great stuff. how we are shaped and molded and bled by others, false gods like trojan horses, they get under our skin and replicate like mind and spirit viruses, vicious tides eating and eroding our geography until we lose ourselves in "seaweed and shell-bits." excellent julie!!
Tamarind (Poetry) - 12/7/2010 10:54:42 AM
Julie, dear Julie, how I wish I could write like this.
Oh, "that dark floundering union" is perfect.
as is that last line.
Hell, J, every line a metaphoric gem!
-gene.
Blank Elixir (Poetry) - 11/22/2010 5:05:56 AM
I see red too, pain is red, red and deep, and forever, unending, I guess I said as much, it might be like a wormhole you have to travel endlessly it seems............... need say no more, Hugs!
As When Yes (Poetry) - 11/22/2010 4:49:46 AM
Surviving time, in time, with no strings attached, emotions being the strings. Hugs!
Concerto Minimoso (Poetry) - 11/22/2010 4:40:47 AM
I hear omission bells in the far distance, somewhat disonant, that so?
Concerto Minimoso (Poetry) - 11/19/2010 6:19:52 PM
mesmerizing ... "halfway between complex and stable ..." an echo of remembrance ...
As When Yes (Poetry) - 11/19/2010 5:35:30 PM
steady engulfment with every line. super!!!
Scar Song (Poetry) - 11/19/2010 5:33:34 PM
mystical movements of the pen. excellent writing.
Blank Elixir (Poetry) - 11/19/2010 5:31:40 PM
powerful julie, a vice grip of emotion and detail. wish i had more time to write; but packing now to catch plane for NY.
Exit West (Poetry) - 11/19/2010 5:29:32 PM
grapes of wrath make-over, excellent work julie.
As When Yes (Poetry) - 11/19/2010 12:10:10 PM
Love this, Julie. How old is old? Don't tell me. af-gene.
Exit West (Poetry) - 11/19/2010 11:49:05 AM
Especially like the line, "undoing themselves like floozies."
And of course:
The curtains, flowered,
wag their cheer,
intertwine like lovers, sashay,
or violently lust and disengage,
over, over again.
-gene.
Scar Song (Poetry) - 11/19/2010 11:40:39 AM
Yes, Julie. 'Twas a beautiful thing (the way you tell it). -gene
Concerto Minimoso (Poetry) - 11/19/2010 2:46:30 AM
vibrational trip down memory lane. this is very creative julie. enjoyed.
Concerto Minimoso (Poetry) - 11/18/2010 10:39:38 PM
This seems to have deep meaning which, of course, I do not understand; but your verses express something that I can feel. Thanks for sharing, Julie. Love and peace,
Regis
As When Yes (Poetry) - 11/18/2010 9:37:53 PM
Well you've given me pause for reflection here, Julie. Thank you. You know that I am in serious denial about growing up never mind about growing old. :) Love and best wishes,
Regis
Declining the Cratered Path (Poetry) - 10/7/2010 5:31:31 AM
Easy on the mind. Evocative and eloquent as well. A pleasure to read and of course I can appreciate the picture as well. Thank you.
Declining the Cratered Path (Poetry) - 10/7/2010 3:55:52 AM
Wonderful writing sweet lady..enjoyed..stay safe and well..Hugss
Declining the Cratered Path (Poetry) - 10/6/2010 8:01:15 PM
Very perceptive and overwhelming in emotion, with an inner beauty that ties it all together, masterful...
Be always safe,
Karen
Declining the Cratered Path (Poetry) - 10/6/2010 2:07:32 PM
I like what you're doing ith your words these days. Notably,
the following:
Afternoon unto evening evinces a
long Then, the then of your life,
stretching back like a black wake
in starlight, a wake somehow
unconscious or fulsomely slept,
so furled were you
in the lashings of living.
-gene.
Declining the Cratered Path (Poetry) - 10/6/2010 9:33:56 AM
This is most excellent Julie. See you've been sharpening that pen of yours. One of your best, for sure. Incredible writing.
Declining the Cratered Path (Poetry) - 10/6/2010 9:19:23 AM
Extraordinary, most creative~
How fabulous is that last stanza!
Best Wishes,
Christine
Declining the Cratered Path (Poetry) - 10/6/2010 8:33:25 AM
I bow to your talent, for this is truly a deep and meaningful write that rings out with the voice of the universe. well done Julie.
fee
Divorce Preceeding (Poetry) - 8/7/2010 6:16:26 AM
interesting how this can be read from bottom up ...
Divorce Preceeding (Poetry) - 8/4/2010 7:14:20 AM
Poor doggy. A tad confused but worthy of a second or third read. J'nia
Ambien - Take II (Poetry) - 8/3/2010 3:56:37 PM
Julie, there are many complex issues at play here. Throughout it all I am quite pleased to know that your will was victorious. For in the final analysis that is the only weapon, the only ally to be relied upon. Battles such as this often consume and never release. May your life be filled with joy, love and peace my friend.Jon Michael
Divorce Preceeding (Poetry) - 8/3/2010 2:51:55 PM
Sounds like two poems in one. Pure emotion
Ambien - Take II (Poetry) - 8/3/2010 1:53:10 PM
You're really dishing out some new and peculiar styles now. Very intriguing. I don't trust the medical establishment at all anymore. Everything is poison. Vaccines, GMO foods, medications. All designed to make you more sick, more docile, destroy IQ, etc. They want compliant automatons. They don't want a healthy, vibrant citizenry. It's not in "their" interests, you see? I like this too, by the way. Dare to be different.
Divorce Preceeding (Poetry) - 8/3/2010 12:32:00 PM
I was a little confused on this one too Julie, I wonder if you substiituted rabies for diabetes will it work a little better...just a small suggestion.
fee
Divorce Preceeding (Poetry) - 8/3/2010 11:45:03 AM
This is fascinating. Well done.
Divorce Preceeding (Poetry) - 8/3/2010 11:35:51 AM
This is very moving Julie. Damn, where you been girl?? Tremendous writing. This strikes a chord with me too, as you know about the animal thing. I like this style. A lot!!
Divorce Preceeding (Poetry) - 8/3/2010 11:31:36 AM
I cannot say that I understand this one but I do appreciate the effect of alliteration and I can sense powerful emotion/s. Love and peace,
Regis
Ambien - Take II (Poetry) - 8/3/2010 11:22:15 AM
A powerfully meaningful write; honest and raw. I think the similes are very effective. I do not claim to understand it all. Love and peace to you,
Regis
How To Murder Your Dog By Accident (Poetry) - 6/24/2010 10:00:17 PM
:( How sad and beautiful and relatable all at one time-what a beauty.
How To Murder Your Dog By Accident (Poetry) - 6/23/2010 4:29:48 AM
I agree with Peter. This is good poetry. Succinctly written.
Peace,
Dayvid
How To Murder Your Dog By Accident (Poetry) - 6/22/2010 9:26:54 PM
You write what you need to write. We read what we need to read. There's no blame or self-pity here. That's where you were today and that's all that matters. As long as it's emotionally true, it's perfect. Period!
How To Murder Your Dog By Accident (Poetry) - 6/22/2010 7:06:35 PM
Awwww, she is such a beautiful girl, sorry for your loss, but as time passes by, maybe you will find another young lady to adopt...ed
How To Murder Your Dog By Accident (Poetry) - 6/22/2010 6:38:28 PM
The unconditional love is so difficult to lose. Sienna is a beautiful gentle soul, I am truly sorry for your loss. Be as Gentle with yourself as she would be. Carin' Spirit
How To Murder Your Dog By Accident (Poetry) - 6/22/2010 5:57:37 PM
I am sorry for your loss, Juli. I offer you my sincere sympathy. Love and best wishes,
Regis
How To Murder Your Dog By Accident (Poetry) - 6/22/2010 5:48:19 PM
Of all of the poetic thoughts that could have been expressed about this loving and devoted animal, I have to be honest and say that the title sucks. the poem is is nothingbut an unjustified attempt to wallow in blame and guilt over something that you could not control. You write some great poetry, Julie, but this does not even deserve to share the same sight with your other works.
The most that I can say about this is that I am sorry for your loss of Sienna.
Fermata Sun (Poetry) - 6/22/2010 6:48:31 AM
Your words are a symphony. Hugs, J'nia
Fermata Sun (Poetry) - 6/22/2010 12:20:00 AM
Really good work, Julie
Fermata Sun (Poetry) - 6/21/2010 5:16:36 PM
Rich imagery, Julie, packed with meaning and resonance.
John
Fermata Sun (Poetry) - 6/21/2010 4:52:02 PM
I think I'm a broken metronome. My heart does this metallic little ticking thing; but only twice a day, like the blood has stopped pumping and I'm left to decay.
Fermata Sun (Poetry) - 6/21/2010 11:54:45 AM
Very descriptive imagery, Juli. Thanks for sharing. Love and peace,
Regis
On My Way to Poetry (Poetry) - 6/21/2010 11:39:10 AM
Julie, it's good to be reading you again. I like the style and
sense of this so much, I may decide to follow your road to poetry.
I think I agree with the reasoning of Peter's review. -gene.
The Dog's Good Eye (Poetry) - 6/5/2010 7:32:45 AM
It's like the cleansing process of all things surrogate inside us in order to return to our sovereign selves, i.e. inner child. Wonderful poetry Julie.
When Skeletons Weep (Poetry) - 5/9/2010 5:04:29 PM
sometimes the mountain air plays havoc on the soul ...
When Skeletons Weep (Poetry) - 5/7/2010 1:29:19 PM
OMGosh.If I read this right. It reminds me of a beautiful g/f I had, who'd been anorexic was close to manic depression. She overcame the anorexia. However, I feel it is the trauma that caused it that has incapacitated her. I knew if she only wanted salad, that was a warning.
It still busts my heart, to think of her hurting. But up go the barriers, cheating and co-dependancy. Then the silence.
How Love Consumes a Forest (Poetry) - 5/7/2010 7:52:10 AM
Julie, this be poetry, the finest, bless you! Jasmin Horst
How Love Consumes a Forest (Poetry) - 5/7/2010 5:43:25 AM
Powerful piece here. I always appreciate the way you express yourself in verse and in your paintings. In admiration, J'nia
How Love Consumes a Forest (Poetry) - 5/7/2010 12:25:11 AM
Absolutely one of your best Julie, I love it though it also makes me kind of sad...so many forest fires are caused by just stupid and careless people each year and to destroy that much beauty...sad
fee
How Love Consumes a Forest (Poetry) - 5/6/2010 9:02:58 PM
excellent metaphoric observations of broken will infused with readiness to yield its position, if it permits itself to do so...
How Love Consumes a Forest (Poetry) - 5/6/2010 5:22:46 PM
Wonderful poetry Julie. Good to read you again.
How Love Consumes a Forest (Poetry) - 5/6/2010 5:04:35 PM
Truly fine poetry, Juli; well, at least in my humble opinion. It reminds me of a poem that I have posted here at AD entitled, "Afterburn" although your poem has far more poetic "substance." Love and best wishes,
Regis
On My Way to Poetry (Poetry) - 4/14/2010 4:00:10 AM
Don't know why she's last, but I'll be she's grateful not to get any whiffs of that dead squirrel in her car. --Charlie
On My Way to Poetry (Poetry) - 4/10/2010 10:06:22 AM
You have the Kafkaesque reference to the Metamorphosis. Morphing into poetry? Autos illuminated in various light, yellow sun, violet dusk, red of an ambulance siren? Red being "stop" where the poem ends? That's my best guess from this little pea brain.
Supposition (Poetry) - 4/10/2010 9:59:39 AM
What happened?
A Man, a Dog, a Field (Poetry) - 4/10/2010 8:41:46 AM
Wow--here is some more of your great density (full-hearted/minded-expression)! Your way of putting things is very effective.
7:46 PM (Poetry) - 4/10/2010 8:28:37 AM
You are so good in the understanding of the lament of humankind--all kinds. Your expressions, I know could go on forever, here, but you were very timely in this writing. Great work! I love this.
Overmined (Poetry) - 4/4/2010 12:42:53 PM
So very excellent!
A Beautiful Theft (Poetry) - 4/4/2010 12:38:34 PM
You're so good at this--I love this writing, and it is a beautiful theft. I will have to read more of your writings, bcause of this. Thank you.
A Beautiful Theft (Poetry) - 4/4/2010 6:50:39 AM
There is an example of powerful writing. Gives one cause to think. Well said. J'nia
A Beautiful Theft (Poetry) - 4/2/2010 3:03:34 PM
Best leave this difficul task, to the initiated. Hugs! Jasmin Horst
A Beautiful Theft (Poetry) - 4/2/2010 2:16:24 PM
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.........!
Love and peace,
Regis
Dim Grace of Pine (Poetry) - 4/2/2010 2:12:15 PM
This certainly conjures up images and thoughts, Juli. Sad but harsh and real. Love and peace,
Regis
A Beautiful Theft (Poetry) - 4/2/2010 1:27:28 PM
Mysterious and Intriguing, I especially like this standza
"Mourning marks the error -
God in the guestroom, and they
can't sense him slyly paring
them to spirit"
A Beautiful Theft (Poetry) - 4/2/2010 1:25:56 PM
Tornados have been described as the finger of "God." Best if he leaves any house untouched. Let him spread his "love" elsewhere.
Dim Grace of Pine (Poetry) - 4/2/2010 1:23:33 PM
My grave, my coffin, my resting place. Grace indeed. Dim as it may be.
Overmined (Poetry) - 3/27/2010 7:57:54 AM
Splendid pictorial pastures in white. Well done. J'nia
Venal Brain (Poetry) - 3/24/2010 8:07:18 AM
I agree with Jude. Cheers, J'nia
Venal Brain (Poetry) - 3/21/2010 1:21:45 PM
If you could mend the fuckhouse of flesh with the stubborn temple/ religion, you would have Saturnalia, or some wild Pagan romp that even I might be interested in attending!
Venal Brain (Poetry) - 3/21/2010 11:33:10 AM
This cannot have been easy to write, Juli. I do not claim to "get it" all but it is without a doubt poetry. Love and peace,
Regis
Overmined (Poetry) - 3/20/2010 9:57:58 PM
The day bathes in abominable beauty.
I know days like this. There is much meaning to this metaphorical and symbolic write that is deserving of more than a single reading; and still I probably won't understand exactly what you mean. But poetry that elicits thought is always worthwhile to me. Thanks for sharing, Juli. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Overmined (Poetry) - 3/19/2010 3:50:41 PM
In the words of Loretta in the song Coal miners Daughter..."we were poor but we had love."
fee
Overmined (Poetry) - 3/19/2010 12:07:22 PM
Maybe canary in the coal mine? Able to sense the bitterness and snow outside before snatching a proper view out the window. The miner imagining the multitude of colors promised by Spring; but still stuck in the dreary confines of the earthly trap below, outside, inside, in the mind, etc. It is Friday, however. The end is near. Soon it'll be time to punch the clock and saunter to the nearest watering hole to spend your last paycheck. Lovely poem.
Glissade (Poetry) - 3/2/2010 9:08:33 AM
I can relate well to this fine piece of writing. It took me back to a time when I worked in a nursing home. The lounge on each floor was filled with pre-death outlines of people who once were completely human. These people rarely spoke to one another except to threaten one or other with a fist or a raised walker. All waiting to die, what an impression they left upon me and you brought it all back in just a few exquisite lines. J'nia
Glissade (Poetry) - 2/26/2010 2:39:54 PM
A very complex ballet of mutant forms of communication, introspection, climbing, descending and climbing again the slopes of imagination woven into everyday parlance and perspective.
Glissade (Poetry) - 2/26/2010 2:03:54 PM
Oh Julianza, I just had barely healed to cracked ribs from a fall, and here I am back to stage one, how totally amusing and so wrapped in hilarious descriptive language, you got me in a wheelchair now, but I am still laughing at your undressings, the docs bill is coming your way kid. Hugs! Jasmin Horst
Cobbled Queue (Poetry) - 2/19/2010 9:32:11 AM
I am looking forward to the day when you are famous and I can say with pride that I knew you when. Excellently conceived and scribed.
Cobbled Queue (Poetry) - 2/15/2010 9:50:47 PM
This is really good work Julie. A lot of Edgar Allen Poe in this piece. Dark, perplexing and provoking.
Cobbled Queue (Poetry) - 2/15/2010 4:50:54 PM
who the discarnate howl, no, not me, not I, not you, is that not true?
says the Raven.
wishing that it were so.
What a wonderful exploration in poetry of the travails of our being.
Hugs! Jasmin Horst
Extrication (Poetry) - 2/6/2010 10:58:14 AM
As usual, you outdo yourself, Juli. It is funny. I've never set foot in the newly revamped Vancouver airport which is so close to home and yet you have. Life is funny. If you want a smile, check out my latest set of limericks posted yesterday. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Extrication (Poetry) - 2/6/2010 8:10:53 AM
Love this Julie! Incredible writing!!!!!!
Extrication (Poetry) - 2/6/2010 6:36:02 AM
The fractals of life spinning to a new dimension, exploding, coming together, revolving between different mirrors, seeing, feeling, new expanses inside and out, letting go, branding new irons. A wonderful tapestry of yarn spun in multi colours. Hugs! Jasmin Horst
No Blood No Bandaid (Poetry) - 2/1/2010 5:52:27 PM
This is a soul-grasping write that awakens poignant memories for me, Juli. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Laughing the Cry (Poetry) - 1/25/2010 11:26:43 AM
Powerful indictment of the last-minute game-changers knowing that their game, indeed, is truly up.
Laughing the Cry (Poetry) - 1/24/2010 8:36:25 AM
This is quite profound and strikes a chord in me as well. Well done. Hugs, J'nia
Laughing the Cry (Poetry) - 1/23/2010 5:48:06 PM
To refuse such a gift as forgiveness is truly tragic and deeply sad. I have a poem posted here at AD entitled "Absolution" which expresses a similar theme. Thank you for sharing, Juli. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Laughing the Cry (Poetry) - 1/23/2010 3:15:19 PM
We do tend to hold onto anger far too long when fogiveness is much more rewarding.
fee
Laughing the Cry (Poetry) - 1/23/2010 2:48:14 PM
Oh my, how sad. Live life, dump the chumps before they wear you down.
Move on is the message hear. Life is way to short.
Laughing the Cry (Poetry) - 1/23/2010 1:29:46 PM
Wings will only work if the weight is compensate...... and this is a weighty issue, for you, and your friend, and the one wanting to fly.
Hugs Julie! Jasmin Horst
At Times Upon a Time (Poetry) - 1/20/2010 8:51:55 AM
The style you've chosen here gives momentum to your thoughts and phrases, building toward a crescendo, a wave, tsunami even. Exceptionally fine. J'nia
At Times Upon a Time (Poetry) - 1/20/2010 4:18:02 AM
This Julie, flows like a river natural without interruptions, except for the ones intended the Gerolstein in the riverbed, the water,- LIVE- speedbumbs, I lived a whole life with you that one day, high drama at sea, Hugs! Jasmin Horst
At Times Upon a Time (Poetry) - 1/19/2010 10:17:45 PM
I've been struggling for words too. Still manage to kick a few things out here and there; but I feel like it's all half-measured. A most interesting piece. I always like the run-on aspect too. If used wisely, it can be very effective as you've done here. Hope you're doing well.
Stealing the Romance from the Sky (Poetry) - 1/2/2010 5:01:43 PM
Stripping soul and heart here to reflect on past in order to march into the future or that is how my own heart and soul reacted to it as I read. Either way nicely done indeed Julia. Good to see you posting again.
fee
Stealing the Romance from the Sky (Poetry) - 1/2/2010 10:56:05 AM
That's why we must continue into that black hole, from which there is no escape. See how things are when we emerge on the other side. Probably a wise piece of spaghetti would be my guess.
Stealing the Romance from the Sky (Poetry) - 1/2/2010 6:41:56 AM
Yes too much knowledge, at least that we call it, is like shaving the apple to the core, and what is, that is left, is a pile of peelings, no more apple to wonder about the insides of, and to look at in its beauty as a whole. Now a thought, if God as (they) claim knows everything, can you immagine how bored he must be? It's a terrible thing you're going through, don't thing that innocense can ever be retrieved that wonder, that mysterious of all the,,, but then there is always more to look at Julie, Hugs! Jasmin Horst
No Blood No Bandaid (Poetry) - 12/28/2009 9:15:44 AM
Powerful and poignant. Made me tear up a bit. Hugs, J'nia
No Blood No Bandaid (Poetry) - 12/24/2009 2:53:34 PM
This one squeezes the heart ... achingly penned, Julianza. Well done.
(((HUGS))) love and Merry Christmas!, Karla.
No Blood No Bandaid (Poetry) - 12/24/2009 2:24:58 PM
As I read this Julie, at this moment feel like putting a band aid on a deeply wounded feeling heart, and kiss the little ones finger.
Many Hugs! Jasmin Horst
No Blood No Bandaid (Poetry) - 12/24/2009 11:19:37 AM
"Oh, it's just a flesh wound, no worries." -- Monty Python
Phantoms of the Ballet (Poetry) - 12/22/2009 12:30:34 AM
Wow...definately strikes into the heart and makes the mind wonder...why?
fee
Phantoms of the Ballet (Poetry) - 12/21/2009 4:42:20 PM
Powerfully done Julie! Excellent writing. Thanks for bringing these issues and more to the attention of a somnolent world!
Phantoms of the Ballet (Poetry) - 12/21/2009 3:49:38 PM
Hi Julie, You do not need the picture it does nothing for the poem. Your style of writing is so powerful the verse is more than enough. BTW you no longer need a sponsor!
GOD BLESS
Tony
Phantoms of the Ballet (Poetry) - 12/21/2009 3:46:32 PM
Message received (regarding the incredible cruelty of man towards other creatures on this planet not to mention cruelty towards other human beings). I think the photo is fine where it is but that's just me. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Stolen Rosary (Poetry) - 12/17/2009 5:40:56 AM
Julie,you are one unique writer who writes fascinating pieces.You are indeed an original thats for sure :-).Take care
Stolen Rosary (Poetry) - 12/16/2009 6:04:15 PM
Hi Julie, It has to be me I guess because I have to re-read most of your poetry. Your work is always well prepared and the word flow is fine. I know you put a lot of time into this piece. If I had to rate it 1-10, I would say 8.
GOD BLESS
Tony
Stolen Rosary (Poetry) - 12/14/2009 9:52:41 AM
Wow Julie! This is one incredible piece of work. Have to read and re-read several times. This is really jam-packed.
Violet Diamonds (Poetry) - 12/13/2009 11:28:33 AM
Julie, will you consider a long lean old(er) guy
with only one wrist to stand on a shortage of
infinite riches? -gene.
Violet Diamonds (Poetry) - 12/11/2009 5:40:14 AM
Sounds like you are not asking for much Julie, will see if Santa Fee has one in the workshop at the north pole for you...how do you like short people?
fee
Violet Diamonds (Poetry) - 12/11/2009 2:01:40 AM
Hi Julie,a great piece you have written.Your poetry always impress me.take care
Violet Diamonds (Poetry) - 12/10/2009 4:23:50 PM
This seems good to me. But I'm so f**d up right now it's hard for me to interpret. 102 degrees my burning tongue registers. My mind is boiling. Be back to read later. Influenza beckons.
Violet Diamonds (Poetry) - 12/10/2009 1:45:46 PM
Murder she wrote, yikes Julie, you seem upset, is it something I said? This staccato of verbal arrows sure will do the trick you won't need an accomplice ha, a mercurial swing at the universe this.
Back on the couch, will talk later. Hugs! Jasmin Horst
My Dead Father in the Basement (Poetry) - 12/9/2009 8:37:26 AM
A dramatic scene demonstrating the lives of two people unwilling to bend and to become one. Terrific poem/ode to your beloved father. Well done. hugs, J'nia
High on Afterlife (Poetry) - 12/9/2009 8:17:45 AM
Interesting and over the edge writing well done. J'nia
Myopic Meltdown (Poetry) - 12/9/2009 8:07:40 AM
Very creative and funny as well. Terrific word picture. J'nia
High on Afterlife (Poetry) - 12/8/2009 4:59:26 PM
Definately interesting and kind of sureal but some strong lines in it none the less.
fee
My Dead Father in the Basement (Poetry) - 12/8/2009 4:48:29 PM
Strongly emotional and yet with a loving undercurrent of pride in a father who so obviously did things his way and loved just writing...
fee
My Dead Father in the Basement (Poetry) - 12/8/2009 3:25:12 PM
Heartbreaking, Julianza ... my Daddy used to spend hours in the basement, building model aircraft and tanks, or typing with two fingers ... but he liked it down there. It was my twin sis and me who didn't like it very much when company came over. We were told to go down the basement. Felt like we'd been banished; the other three kids could visit, why couldn't we? Were our parents ashamed of us? All these years, the feelings of resentment are there, haunting and hurting when least expected. This one made me cry -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *tears*
My Dead Father in the Basement (Poetry) - 12/8/2009 12:54:27 PM
I used to work in a basement. The conditions were depressing. Maybe your Dad liked it there. It could have been his sanctuary.
GOD BLESS
Tony
High on Afterlife (Poetry) - 12/8/2009 12:06:30 PM
What language, yikes, He is going to get you, ladder or rope or whatever, and not knowing east from west ha, not showing gratitute you are breaking the cosmos heart, it might even stop living.
This would be too realistic a cry into the night for most, and getting no answer, no ladder,no robe with gold stitches, but it's the part we don't see, some don't want to see, that's another cosmos altogether. Hugs! Jasmin Horst
My Dead Father in the Basement (Poetry) - 12/8/2009 11:19:58 AM
Ouch, I live in the basement, it's better than the doghouse, it's good to get used to be underground, takes less time to adjust when the time comes to be down there, I do have a fireplace though, that too, will sort of help me adust, to hotter places down there in hell.
A touchy write Julie! Hugs! Jasmin Horst
High on Afterlife (Poetry) - 12/8/2009 11:15:58 AM
I have to admit that I don't understand this poem at all. Maybe that's a good thing?!? Maybe I'm not thinking straight these days. My mind (and body) are rather "taken over." Love and best wishes,
Regis
My Dead Father in the Basement (Poetry) - 12/8/2009 11:13:24 AM
a gorgeous sloo
Do you mean "a gorgeous slob?"
I used to have a study in the basement in some other life. I was warm and cozy though. This poem is compelling to me. Thank you for sharingit, Juli. Love and best wishes,
Regis
High on Afterlife (Poetry) - 12/8/2009 9:51:03 AM
High on afterlife! Me too. I can't wait to blow this pop stand called life. If you told me I'd be dead in 6 months, I'd say thank fu**ing God!
Myopic Meltdown (Poetry) - 12/7/2009 12:36:19 PM
They say the best way to go through life is to stay inside your own hula hoop. Maybe myopic is the only way to go. This is tremendously creative and funny. Copyrut 3009.
Jargonot (Poetry) - 12/7/2009 8:46:39 AM
Fantastic play on words. Hugs, J'nia
Myopic Meltdown (Poetry) - 12/7/2009 8:10:58 AM
Sometimes Julie it's better not to look to far into the future, by the way what are you feeding that Llama, or maybe you just shrunk a wee bit, your room seems a perfect place to get totally lost in, could use a place like that. The doll you're talking about hasn't got needles stuck in it has it ha, and what are you doing about animals asides from the Llame and butterflies etc, etc, I am helping a lady now that just lost a court case big time, calling a Breeding
Facility a puppy mill, and now the law even forbids us to mention it's name the puppy mills that is, she has to work underground now for her few pitances so the won't attach her wages, if I find the case again I'll mail it to you it's disgusting totally, bless You for helping though, it shows what big heart you have despite all your problems. You are a talented poet, who, could make mincemeat with your skill in the jumble and tumble of words, attached, to a rigorous verbal outcry every week or so, to help these poor creatures. Hugs! Jasmin Horst
Myopic Meltdown (Poetry) - 12/7/2009 5:00:42 AM
Being severely myopic myself, I hear and understand these lines, Julianza. God help me if I break my only pair of eyes - well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Jargonot (Poetry) - 12/6/2009 5:11:16 PM
Your a Jargonot with words. I like your sence of humor in this. Stay cool,lovely lady.
GOD BLESS
Tony
Jargonot (Poetry) - 12/6/2009 2:38:13 PM
Conversation is either a lost art or a pretty woman
I know who likes to coin words, you know? -gene.
Jargonot (Poetry) - 12/6/2009 2:21:05 PM
Conversation is generally what we do when we're not communicating.
Jargonot (Poetry) - 12/6/2009 12:41:29 PM
You're into the booze again are you, I think we need some intervention here,....ha, Blessings! Jasmin Horst
Jargonot (Poetry) - 12/6/2009 12:23:30 PM
Love the write and the title.
Comes Alchemy (Poetry) - 12/5/2009 8:14:37 PM
Very beautiful poetry that "packs a punch," Juli. I bow to you. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Comes Alchemy (Poetry) - 12/5/2009 4:45:51 PM
Very powerful writing. You do your craft very well indeed, pretty lady.
GOD BLESS
Tony
Comes Alchemy (Poetry) - 12/5/2009 12:43:18 PM
Bittersweet and pensive this rill that flows from your heart.
Very touching. The best i've read from you JKS.
Blessings ...
r
Comes Alchemy (Poetry) - 12/5/2009 11:48:16 AM
Undone by the absolute power in these lines - concur with Fee, best of your (many) bests - I second his, Wow. Well done, Julianza.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Comes Alchemy (Poetry) - 12/5/2009 11:07:39 AM
Incredible!
Comes Alchemy (Poetry) - 12/5/2009 9:09:15 AM
Julie, your words are touching every heart string, so lonesome, so forboding, yet so affecionately caressing the final lover, they should be written on an alabaster slab with red ink, or blood, and set as a marker for all those suffering like you.
Love and peace! Jasmin Horst
Comes Alchemy (Poetry) - 12/5/2009 9:08:15 AM
Julie this is the best of the best...it doesn't just step outside the box it leaps with an explosion of feelings and emotions...wow.
fee
Comes Alchemy (Poetry) - 12/5/2009 8:13:24 AM
Deep, sad, the plight of the forlorn, the resolve, the strength, all touched on with a delicate pen. Well done. J'nia
Unfashionable Statement (Poetry) - 12/4/2009 3:38:50 PM
I don't know about trading a semi-useful black shirt for the guru books. A lot more options with the garb and the books??? Well I hear the Sears and Roebucks catalog once had an alternate use also. Patrick
Unfashionable Statement (Poetry) - 12/4/2009 8:27:26 AM
Simply amazing to me how well you express yourself in written word. There is always something to savor for a while at its conclusion. Hugs, J'nia
Global Swarming (Poetry) - 12/4/2009 7:59:40 AM
You convey your thoughts so very well. Thank you for sharing. Hugs, J'nia
Unfashionable Statement (Poetry) - 12/4/2009 5:28:19 AM
This one has a deeper message underneath, I just can't figure it out ... so well written, though. Well done, Julianza.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Unfashionable Statement (Poetry) - 12/4/2009 1:35:59 AM
Great poem Julie.Ever since you come to the den,I have enjoyed reading your works.They are compelling,intriguing and interesting.take care :-)
Unfashionable Statement (Poetry) - 12/3/2009 6:12:14 PM
INTERESTING WRITE. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Unfashionable Statement (Poetry) - 12/3/2009 2:23:29 PM
If white lies go well with black suits, what goes with pinstripes?
Unfashionable Statement (Poetry) - 12/3/2009 2:19:30 PM
Julie, I had a black shirt once. They buried me in it.
I'm writing this from a planet orbiting a unfashionable star.
By the way, in case I forgot to mention it, I like the way
you write. -gene.
Unfashionable Statement (Poetry) - 12/3/2009 2:12:14 PM
I have read a few of those books cranked out by so called gurus myself lately. I don't know if they will give me eternal life however.:)I like your sense of humor pretty lady.
GOD BLESS
Tony
Unfashionable Statement (Poetry) - 12/3/2009 2:07:32 PM
Do I detect an acid untertone here Julie, or is it just sympathic pain along side yours, this could be serious, especially when one is prone to see things in black and white, ha, or maybe it's just acid reflux from the potato panackes and the slivowitze, I hear ya kid,
Jasmin Horst
Unfashionable Statement (Poetry) - 12/3/2009 1:47:02 PM
Refundable poetry! Neiman-Marcus has the gold intaglio books but they don't come cheap...Timothy Leary, our acid guru is smiling down from heaven, Julianza...be well my Colorado girl...
Love,
Sage
A Matter of Life and Dearth (Poetry) - 12/3/2009 11:54:26 AM
I see the writer's block is officially OVER! I can completely relate to everything you're saying. Your talent is sizzling lately. Keep it up!
A Matter of Life and Dearth (Poetry) - 12/3/2009 12:56:28 AM
Hi Julie, Good Morning, this was a profound piece of writing. I like the last line, Just where is that tree? :)
GOD BLESS
Tony
A Matter of Life and Dearth (Poetry) - 12/2/2009 6:40:51 PM
You seeing things again, you stay out of that Manechewitz Julie, Squirrels go with nuts, was it a walnut tree, check it out funny lady.
All the best! Jasmin Horst
A Matter of Life and Dearth (Poetry) - 12/2/2009 5:46:49 PM
Can't see the forest for the tree, what came to mind reading these bitter lines - Julianza. Powerfully penned sadness ...
' ... We have God
but we dreamed him. We have afterlife,
because this one's too distressing. .... '
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla *tears*
In the Time of Shoe (Poetry) - 12/2/2009 5:43:09 PM
Julianza -
Undone by the power, the lingering sadness in reflective lines - my favorite parts:
"... I did have a favorite stuffed toy:
Twinkles. Left him in a shoe store.
Maybe that sealed it. Death by
lost not found, ...."
and
" ... No binky for me for the next
fifty years. ...."
Right there. The crux of the matter. God, you made me cry with the loneliness and pain in this one. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
In the Time of Shoe (Poetry) - 12/2/2009 4:42:44 PM
This was a very interesting writing, Julie. I read it twice to understand it. I never had many toys when I was kid either. I think maybe my snow sled may be somebody's fryer now. Anyhow Ireally like your writing style.
GOD BLESS
Tony
In the Time of Shoe (Poetry) - 12/2/2009 2:53:40 PM
Dear J, I'm crazy (!) about this, particularly...
I did have a favorite stuffed animal:
Twinkles. Left him in a shoe-store.
Maybe that sealed it. Death by
lost not found....
-g, the imaginary friend you never knew you had.
In the Time of Shoe (Poetry) - 12/2/2009 2:36:36 PM
Damn, you're on a roll Julie. Another beauty! I love this poem. I once heard someone say they realized they'd live forever one day...even after passing. He felt totally empowered. New perspective. Who knows. Why not live in delusion if it makes us feel better?
In the Time of Shoe (Poetry) - 12/2/2009 2:25:08 PM
I always find your writes thought-inciting; some more intriguing than others but usually very interesting. Love and peace from your friend in BC, Canada (not the friend mentioned in your poem),
Regis
PS: Feel free to check out some of my "stuff" here and tear it apart. I am a masochist who enjoys criticism (LOL).
Global Swarming (Poetry) - 12/2/2009 12:15:53 PM
This is a beauty Julie. One of your best. Packed with all the ingredients of blue-ribbon poetry.
Global Swarming (Poetry) - 12/2/2009 11:31:59 AM
Another first rate piece of poetry which is also powerful in intended meaning shared via the verses. Thanks, Juli. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Global Swarming (Poetry) - 12/2/2009 11:25:47 AM
I can see your point when such weighty issues become water cooler fillers we know we are in trouble.
fee
Global Swarming (Poetry) - 12/2/2009 11:10:22 AM
So much expressed and with a personal style and energy. Interesting piece!
Axilea
Global Swarming (Poetry) - 12/2/2009 7:34:38 AM
You have in few words established the holy crux of our human existence, your metaphors are beautifully poetically coloured with deep inherant wisdom. I enjoyed it very much and will save it in my library. Blessings! Jasmin Horst
Global Swarming (Poetry) - 12/2/2009 4:23:07 AM
Hi, This was an excellent piece of writing. I would like to read more.
GOD BLESS
Tony Nerone
Global Swarming (Poetry) - 12/1/2009 11:19:21 PM
Hi Julie,excellent poem.I enjoy reading it,take care
Two Decades of White (Poetry) - 11/30/2009 7:42:01 AM
Interesting and thought provoking too. Being able to see the coal can make one a more assure footed traveler. Terrific. hugs, J'nia
Two Decades of White (Poetry) - 11/29/2009 10:58:19 AM
I understand the gift of coal. Been accused of the same thing my entire life. My father even used to gift me a lump of coal every year in my Christmas stocking. There are only a few who can transform that under the pressure of life's geology into diamonds. Or perhaps impure graphite in my case.
The Summons (Poetry) - 11/29/2009 8:27:41 AM
Well said. White noise is not as benign as one might think. Often, it gives me a head ache. Well done. Hugs, J'nia
The Summons (Poetry) - 11/29/2009 7:12:24 AM
Preciously deep and so well said, I heard you perfectly despite the background noise. Blessings! Jasmin Horst
