March 2019

Poetry Club Critique

You dared to implymy cautious tale —my reluctant confession —was mere tripepoetry you categorized as YAsoap opera theatricssurely nothingauthenticor heartfeltor life-constricting.

You knew not how my heartraced and gallopedduring my tentative recitation,my crimes laid bare for all to hearproffered for your bemused consumption.

Your genitalia differs from mine.

Perhaps that explainsyour lack of empathyand why you cannever,ever understand.

About the Author

Recently retired, Julie enjoys photography, baking bread, hiking, biking, traveling with her husband, crochet, playing with her new puppy and reading about writing and poetry. Last summer, when inspiration started to keep her awake at night, poetry ensued. She is the oldest of six girls and grew up surrounded by oak, walnut and other woods native to north central Iowa piled high around the ten-acre backyard out back behind her father’s sawmill. Julie has been writing poetry for a year and a half. She has been published in Lyrical Iowa, Persephone’s Daughters and Typishly. Her writing process is varied. She has journals stashed throughout the house and in the car and always carries a small notebook in her purse. Sometimes she goes weeks and weeks without so much as a journal entry and other times, writes several times a day.