Julie SumnerLost in TranslationLost in Translation by Julie Sumner Onscreen you are perfected in pixels: laugh lines and blue-green eyes strikingly clear, still there’s...
Julie SumnerI Love HowI Love How by Julie Sumner in the West, the earth fashions itself arms, complete with angled elbows and cords of tendons, reaches upward w...
Julie SumnerThe Babylon WillowThe Babylon Willow by Julie Sumner Every tree that weeps is a hybrid of our own hands, grafted to grow into the softened shape of our sor...
Julie SumnerOld SoulOld Soul by Julie Sumner I have always been old. Before I lost my first tooth I learned to listen, to take the long view of life. I saw i...
Julie SumnerJulie's Review of LIKE by A.E.StallingsLike by A. E. Stallings Farrar, Straus, & Giroux 2018 There’s just a whole lot to love about this particular book of poems by A. E. Stall...
Julie SumnerNashville Sunday Night by Julie SumnerCoke-can red and center stage, the twelve-string electric guitar shined, impatient for its player to take the stage. Smoke eddied incense...
The Creativity GroupWhy This is Worth It.Is all of this really necessary? This frittering over words, this endless search for metaphor and meaning in what is by and large the ord...
