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Julie A. Dickson

Julie A. Dickson has written poetry for over 50 years, has served on two poetry boards, has served as a guest editor for several journals, coordinated 100 Thousand Poets for Change for 5 years and her work appears often in publications including Medusa's Kitchen, Blue Heron Review, Open Door, Misfit, MasticadoresUSA, Ekphrastic Review and Uppagus. She has authored YA fiction books including "Bullied into Silence" [Piscataqua Press] and Poetry books, the latest being "Village Girl" [Goldfish Press]. Dickson holds a BPS in Behavioral Science, advocates for captive elephants and shares her home with two rescued semi-feral cats.

Cowboy CoffeePoetry

Cowboy Coffee

Julie A. DicksonJanuary 7, 2024

I dreamed she got a tattoo my mother [didn’t even approve of tattoos] on her back she lowered her robe for me to see…

EpiphanyPoetry

Epiphany

Julie A. DicksonNovember 10, 2023

The gossip always the latest – if you want to know, she’s the one, you needn’t ask, she’ll just tell but; one day she…

Known by Many NamesPoetry

Known by Many Names

Julie A. DicksonOctober 12, 2023

Gaia speaks as Mother Earth, whispers softly to her child Child answers Isis, goddess of trees and forests wild Pachamama swaddles babe and holds…

Jar Light, StarlightPoetry

Jar Light, Starlight

Julie A. DicksonAugust 11, 2023

Running through tall grasses glass jar in hand, cover off – I can still detect a faint scent of peanut butter wafting up. He…

Shut Up, SiriPoetry

Shut Up, Siri

Julie A. DicksonJuly 28, 2023

No one asked you. My phone suddenly speaks in a mostly quiet room. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that” Everyone looks at me…

30 mph and Henry CainPoetry

30 mph and Henry Cain

Julie A. DicksonApril 18, 2023

of Cain’s Mayonnaise, circa 1975 Powder blue Porsche both delicate and racy for small town roads speed limit sign, 30 miles per hour certainly…

I needPoetry

I need

Julie A. DicksonDecember 3, 2022

mounds of paper, pens that never run out of ink to write, write watch squirrels bend low branches, bend not break, my back bends…

How LongPoetry

How Long

Julie A. DicksonNovember 23, 2022

I may have been a child once I cannot recall young legs, bright cheeks, smooth skin - mirror reflects truth, aged tired eyes, silver…

Soaked as I amPoetry

Soaked as I am

Julie A. DicksonNovember 22, 2022

Luck is that way rain falls over picnic dropped vase, water dribbles ankles, floor slippery, rivulets run driveway cracks, car has a new dent…