Pear-shaped Women
They call them Venuses,
These palm-sized figurines,
Fossil fruit from Europe
Bearing exotic names:
Willendorf,
Laussel,
Lespugue.
They hint of the garden:
Golden skin over rounded orbs,
Teeth biting tender flesh,
Sweet pear juice
Running down
Your chin.
Deception/Ars Poetica
I write poems to lie about my family.
Not out of vengeance as you might suppose,
But out of longing for
The kind of simple, cause-and-effect life
That could be blamed entirely on my mother.
I wish this was the complete and only truth.
About the Author
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About the Author *
I, Julie Quinn, am a real person. Do not confuse me with the pen name, Julia Quinn, used by the author of the Bridgerton series of historical romance novels. I (the actual person, Julie Quinn) do not write romance novels. I (the flesh-and-blood Julie Quinn) have conflicting thoughts and feelings about the romance genre as a whole which I will be exploring in my blog. In fact, I (the real-live Julie Quinn ) use my writing mostly to explore the things which are complicated and conflicted in the world: The way children both love their parents while also feeling constrained and rejected by them. The way people both love and fear (with good reason) romantic love. Or how sometimes we are own biggest enemies in love. Or how power in the form of patriarchy, politics, colonialism, and dogma hurts us all. If you are looking for pretty, rhyming odes to love or nature, you won’t find it here. I’m not saying that all my poems are angry or negative. (I think some of them are quite funny, and hope you will too.) But I am saying that if you don’t wear the label Woke as a badge of honor, then I’m probably not the writer for you. If you do embrace the woke aesthetic, if you are open to casting a critical eye upon the world in hopes of finding ways we can make it better, then please take a look at my work. And sign up for my email updates, and/or follow me on Facebook or Instagram.