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Betweenlife
In his collection BETWEENLIFE, Robert Julius writes about life, death, and the dance that goes on in-between. Part elegy, part ode to queer love, this collection risks opening up the tight heart of grief in order to see if there might be a glimmering pearl of hope.
- GenresPoetry
18 pages, Digital Chapbook
First published July 5, 2019
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February 2, 2022
These poems are about observations in nature and simple daily activities. I have a peaceful feeling when reading these. The PDF of this is free at the author's publisher's website. https://ghostcitypress.com/2019-summe...
Pieces from my favorites:
ANIMA MUNDI
I believe in
the lovers’ shallow
pool of breath, air that had been his,
then mine, then his again,
like that.
AUBADE
I wake to the cool blue-grey light of morning
and wonder if the sun might wait to peek its bright
edge over the horizon. Let me linger here, cast
in this light a little longer, where everything is
relieved of its usual hue.
DANCING IN THE SUPERMARKET
Only you would understand what I mean.
If there’s a river carving out what I mean by you and me,
I need you to know our bare skin is that river.
WISHING I WERE BARBIE
I have called myself by many names,
shared those names with you in private.
We joke that my poems are more out
than I am.
...
I’ve read
that some quantum particles behave
differently when observed. Only I know
who I am when no one is watching.
RESONANT FREQUENCY
Wet fingertip
circling the rim,
he makes the wineglass
sing. The stem vibrates
against the faux granite
tabletop. Soon we’re
winedrunk, redcheeked,
my body
that glass
in climax.
Pieces from my favorites:
ANIMA MUNDI
I believe in
the lovers’ shallow
pool of breath, air that had been his,
then mine, then his again,
like that.
AUBADE
I wake to the cool blue-grey light of morning
and wonder if the sun might wait to peek its bright
edge over the horizon. Let me linger here, cast
in this light a little longer, where everything is
relieved of its usual hue.
DANCING IN THE SUPERMARKET
Only you would understand what I mean.
If there’s a river carving out what I mean by you and me,
I need you to know our bare skin is that river.
WISHING I WERE BARBIE
I have called myself by many names,
shared those names with you in private.
We joke that my poems are more out
than I am.
...
I’ve read
that some quantum particles behave
differently when observed. Only I know
who I am when no one is watching.
RESONANT FREQUENCY
Wet fingertip
circling the rim,
he makes the wineglass
sing. The stem vibrates
against the faux granite
tabletop. Soon we’re
winedrunk, redcheeked,
my body
that glass
in climax.
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