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Julie Weiss received her BA in English Literature and Creative Writing from San Jose State University. She is a 44-year old ex-pat from Foster City, California, who moved to Spain in 2001 and never looked back. Nowadays, she works as a telephone English teacher from her home in Ciudad Valdeluz, a former ghost town, where she lives with her wife, four-year-old daughter and one-year-old son. Her poems have been published or are forthcoming in Lavender Review, Sinister Wisdom, The American Journal of Poetry, Glass: A Journal of Poetry (Poets Resist Series), Stonecoast Review, peculiar journal, Sky Island Journal, and Down in the Dirt Magazine, among others.
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I started writing poetry when I was around eight or nine years old. My first poems were these microscopic four-line rhyming affairs, and even though I knew nothing of the world, or of literature, I dreamed of seeing my name, and my words, in print. My “colorful beads strung on a thread” would become all the rage in writing circles, my eight or nine-year-old self prophesied. Three and a half decades later, I received my very first acceptance letter, from Lavender Review.
I didn’t, however, spend my entire childhood and adolescence slouched over a desk, pen in hand, lost in thought. At a very young age, I tried gymnastics, which didn’t suit me at all, because I was frightened of nearly all the apparatuses. Then I studied tap, ballet, and jazz for a stretch of time, until finally, I became a competitive figure skater, with dreams of one day capturing an Olympic medal.
I’ve had many interests throughout my life, from sports to music to cinema to travel, and for me, poetry has always been a thread woven through the colorful beads of my existence. Words help me make sense of the world in which I move and breathe. Images help me to articulate thoughts, emotions, and concepts that are too abstract to grasp through a more analytical thought process. Poetry helps me to understand myself more deeply, and at the same time, to empathize with others, whose experiences become, for the briefest of moments, my own.