Biography of Julie Sheehan
Julie Sheehan (born in Iowa) is an American poet.
She graduated from Yale University, and Columbia University.
She lives on Long Island, New York, with her son, and is currently Director of the MFA in Creative Writing & Literature program as well as an assistant professor at Stony Brook Southampton.
Julie Sheehan Poems
I hate you truly. Truly I do. Everything about me hates everything about you. The flick of my wrist hates you.
You chop an onion, bone a breast, cradle an artichoke's dense, thorny crown, you pluck a chicken, a leaf, an eyebrow peddling luck with love, you set a table, you seat, you ladle
My son's in his Watch This years. "Watch this!" He throws open the screen door, races through the kitchen, returns in a pant. "See that?" Although I'm watching, I don't. "I'm back before the screen door closed."
After the Memorial
This morning, fog banked in, refractory, of course. Except for one gull, all else blank. Then dress shoes, lit candles in the heels, flanked an apse in the dead poet's memory.
When I return, I'll come in clapboard, stained chestnut, with lead-based paint on radiators, old-fashioned, and a little bit insane
You chop an onion, bone a breast, cradle
an artichoke's dense, thorny crown, you pluck
a chicken, a leaf, an eyebrow peddling luck
with love, you set a table, you seat, you ladle
your soup, you chomp an apple, you agitate
the linens. You agitate for justice. You piece
on chocolate, awaiting calls. You grease
your skids. You rot. You rule. You fail. You rate.
A verb intransitive is a claptrap thing.