I'm pleased to note that 'Chicken Learning' has been printed in the most recent edition of The Chaffin Journal. Chicken Learning Julie Bo...

I'm pleased to note that 'World Series' has been printed in the most recent edition of The Chaffin Journal. World Series Julie Bolitho Th...

Really pleased that my poem, "Cashew Moon," is being featured on Remembered Arts Journal's weekly edition this week. Check it out here or...

I wrote this poem quite a few years ago, and when I saw the call on Submittable for poems of peace, I thought of this. I'm pleased Inspir...

A spoken-word poem performed at the Catholic Chaplaincy in Oxford University. Smile by Julie Bolitho Thursday. I’m walking down St. Aldat...

First performed at the Catweazle Club in Oxford. Heart Real Estate Julie Bolitho “You’re taking up too much real estate in my mind,” she ...

initiation is painful but quick before you know you’ve signed up been beaten down you’re enrolled entangled in a web created by circumsta...

my dog uses urine like an empire would a flag as if he says, “With this drop I claim this land for the royal line of Spaniel. No Labrador...

Dena asks me, “How do you cope with grief?” and all I can think of are the licked-clean broken eggshells scattered with pinecones along t...

I was so fortunate to work this summer with Michael Manteck, a singer-songwriter, just finishing his undergraduate degree at Oxford Unive...

The day of my twenty-first birthday I flew to Ukraine on a travel grant which allowed me to work with orphans outside Chernobyl Zone 1. (...

after sex when my ear is pressed to the skin above your heart and your hand is brushing the damp strands of brown hair sticking to my for...

when my best friend from university tells me that he has just been accepted to San Francisco State I give him the reply that when it come...

We’re trying to support cows so there is no milk and we’re trying to pay the bills so there is no milk substitute and this morning I craw...

tonight it’s a black man and woman making love with their necks and whispers on the dirty railway car yesterday it was a Chinese couple t...

In Minnesota in February the black cows that graze in view of the freeway pull their hooves up and move through the snow mud and sparse w...

When there was cancer in my neck you would come down to my bedroom and rest your chin on mine while I slept. You would curl your body in ...

At fifteen we sat in church Sundays and felt guilty about the sex Saturdays. We wouldn’t hear the sermons— we would feel each other’s han...

in dead january on michigan highway you hold my splitting ends tight to my frozen neck and you bring my chin up and brush your freckled m...

there is an old soviet train running through communities of communist orchards and the family planters remain towns away bussing each day...