The Whisky Blot
Journal of Literature, Poetry, and Haiku
shopping for toothpicks
at The Frog Legs Superstore on East 79th St. my acne-ravaged shoulder blades flat against a wall stocked with wi-fi juicers air pots panini grills & other kitchen ephemera I’m reminded of stargazing in the Himalayas or rather an inane desire to do so someday. but what do I know of dreamers lost to the Hillary Step bottomless crevasses or dearth of oxygen in the icy glens of Nepal? Julie Allyn Johnson, a sawyer's daughter – the eldest of six girls - from the American Midwest, loves long solo walks in the woods. She digs Halloween, photography, gravel-travel, art, poetry and haiku, reading and hiking in the Rocky Mountains. Her current obsession is tackling the rough and tumble sport of quilting and the accumulation of fabric. Julie prefers black licorice over red, cigarette-length Tootsie Rolls and Hot Tamales, practically the perfect candy. Her poetry can be found in various journals including Lyrical Iowa, The Briar Cliff Review, Phantom Kangaroo, The Disappointed Housewife, Anti-Heroin Chic, Coffin Bell, Typehouse Literary Magazine, Better Than Starbucks and Chestnut Review. Comments are closed.
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