Julie G’s Reviews > Wintering Out > Status Update
Julie G
is on page 14 of 84
he is hooped to where he planted
and sky and ground
are running naturally among his arms
that grope the cropping land
— Jan 28, 2026 06:50AM
and sky and ground
are running naturally among his arms
that grope the cropping land
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Julie G
is on page 50 of 84
The Irish nightingale
Is a sedge-warbler,
A little bird with a big voice
Kicking up a racket all night.
— Jan 28, 2026 03:48PM
Is a sedge-warbler,
A little bird with a big voice
Kicking up a racket all night.
Julie G
is on page 49 of 84
my foul mouth takes it out
on you and we lie still till dawn
— Jan 28, 2026 03:31PM
on you and we lie still till dawn
Julie G
is on page 35 of 84
That glisten and scut.
Nothing is panting, lolling,
Vapouring. The tongue's
Leashed in my throat.
— Jan 28, 2026 09:27AM
Nothing is panting, lolling,
Vapouring. The tongue's
Leashed in my throat.
Julie G
is on page 26 of 84
Should I slip away, I wonder,
or go up and touch his shoulder
and talk about the weather
or the price of grass-seed?
— Jan 28, 2026 09:03AM
or go up and touch his shoulder
and talk about the weather
or the price of grass-seed?
Julie G
is on page 7 of 84
He came trammelled
in the taboos of the country
picking a nice way through
the long toils of blood
and feuding.
His tongue went whoring
among the civil tongues
— Jan 28, 2026 05:43AM
in the taboos of the country
picking a nice way through
the long toils of blood
and feuding.
His tongue went whoring
among the civil tongues
