Julianna Marie : Writing

Like an Oil Tanker and a Mouse on a Motorcycle

Like an Oil Tanker and a Mouse on a Motorcycle

A Poem by Julianna Marie


With the creation of the mirror, we all learned to cry--Can calamities be catastrophes oris this just our life?Conventionalism and creativity collidel..
Culture-Shock

Culture-Shock

A Poem by Julianna Marie


I watched the Chinese man walking his dogon one stick,and I watched the Chinese man walking his dogon four legs,Asking me if my lips were painted redb..
International Flights (Irrational Sights)

International Flights (Irrational Sights)

A Poem by Julianna Marie


There they all sat:Hard-boiled eggs with white headphones,with ketchup blankets,Hard-boiled eggs with unborn babies,with prescriptions they snuck thro..
Nobody Reads Poetry

Nobody Reads Poetry

A Poem by Julianna Marie


Nobody reads poetry,Tell me a story!This is melodramatic,You're unrealistic.Too short, too sad:Stop writing, I've written you off.Where do the moths g..
(111)

(111)

A Poem by Julianna Marie


We blink to see the emergency lights flicker:911,411,Without SHIFT-ing this is my emergency voice!Exclamations disguising themselves as primary number..
Pinocchio's Pestilence

Pinocchio's Pestilence

A Poem by Julianna Marie


We are limited by 26 lettersand unwritten vocabularies:Our words only fitting together in magician's boxesused for the spurious slicing of bodies in h..
Housecats With Leopard's Skin

Housecats With Leopard's Skin

A Poem by Julianna Marie


Babies cry the same in every language:With an unexplainable emptiness each of us feels when we lose our umbilical cord--Pre-Freudian castration anxiet..
Melon-Minded (Dark Against Dark)

Melon-Minded (Dark Against Dark)

A Poem by Julianna Marie


1940's fortune cookie flames:Stomping and snapping like black sequined tassels along time's folds and creases.There were tambourine tangerine sunrises..
...And the glasses clink clink CLINK

...And the glasses clink clink CLINK

A Poem by Julianna Marie


This is my toast to the cataclysm of the cliche!
 My glass is raised to knowing 
each one of us
 has an aborted mirror buried wi..
(Real)ity

(Real)ity

A Poem by Julianna Marie


I have seen my hands,I have held,touched,felt,loved,kissed,lostwith these hands.They have burrowed meand they have lifted me.These hands have destroye..