The Red Tree
“A few snowflakes fall between the tree and the hollow ground. Those yew trees are grown over the fence now…”
A poem against borders, by Julia Rose Lewis.
“A few snowflakes fall between the tree and the hollow ground. Those yew trees are grown over the fence now…”
A poem against borders, by Julia Rose Lewis.
“Travelling back and forth is a privilege, but I’ve developed a sort of chronic homesickness. So I use writing about the place I’m longing for as an antidote; I see islands as stories and stories as islands.” Julia Rose Lewis, The Missing Slate’s Poet of the Month for June 2016, in conversation with Katy Lewis Hood.
Read More“Friendship of four and flour, a pair and a pregnant mouse,// five swine must breed to double their number….” Poem of the Week (June 8), by Julia Rose Lewis.
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