Michael Julius
Michael Julius
Michael Julius
My name is Michael. I am father of two, writing to you from the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. By trade, I am a Registered Nurse. I work in the Emergency Department of our local twenty-five bed critical access hospital. It's charming: on a hill and everywhere is forest.
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Me and Spinach, Saigon 2013 Photo by Hannah Pierce-Carlson
Call this one more innumerable reason why something like poetry matters in a real, tangible way: it reminds me that language is both one of the places where our most fulfilling relationships with the world begin, and also one of the...
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Tell me the path you almost took I'll take another stab at it before the night goes permissive
Are you a pile of masks and over drawn accounts or drawn to the unbright twilight drawn to shades, drawn. In a hall ? ?? Long ago they told me, Sit with ambiguity. I've been looking for them everywhere.
When I fell down around the moratorium on grief. Now surrendered and a witness to the homespun hardwon winter with the winds cold cold cold in the elements surrounded by ladders going every which way and no clear path to the greenery....
Breached light. Fluid notions. Twenty-fold wishes fulfilled. When the time comes, answer it with questions, peppered. While the security here is pretty Good: All the cameras are quaint. Getting by, they say in unison. And nowhere, I mean...
I always loved the woman at the well, when Jesus, as I understood it as a kid, comes up to this woman who's scorned by all the people and goes, I see you, I love you, I forgive you. I thought that was such a novelistic move. That seems...
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L: If you say 'Excuse me,' when you're burping, do you have to say it again?
Here’s my claim: experienced creative people do not begin projects with emotive ideas or “stories” (🙄) untethered to a specific medium. Rather, they begin with a sense of what they want to do in a medium they love. Often, the vision is...
Why must you rest while the rest go about their days in dazed and discontinuous play? Why are you so tired? Is it late nights? I would suspect beers, but there is little to suggest it. That leaves mornings. Perhaps early days of restless...
Weiner: (Referring to Feynman’s journals) And so this represents the record of the day-to-day work. Feynman: I actually did the work on the paper. Weiner: That s right. It wasn’t a record of what you had done but it is the work. Feynman:...
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