{"id":441,"date":"2018-10-18T04:09:23","date_gmt":"2018-10-18T04:09:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/?p=441"},"modified":"2018-09-05T04:38:20","modified_gmt":"2018-09-05T04:38:20","slug":"441","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/2018\/10\/18\/441\/","title":{"rendered":"Three poems by Julia Watson"},"content":{"rendered":"
Julia Watson is a poet from Atlanta, Georgia and coins her poetry as Millennial Southern Gothic. She holds an undergraduate degree in Creative Writing from Florida State University. When not writing, she spends her time cooking veggie-lover meals with her old grumpy sidekick, her dog Annie.<\/em><\/h6>\n

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Terminal Dinner with a Side of Mac<\/h3>\n

She told me over mushroom stroganoff that it\u2019s an incurable disease
\nin which the central nervous system attacks itself. It can be caused
\nby a multitude of things such as stress but do not worry, my love,
\nit is not always genetic and at that I ask if she\u2019ll die before I\u2019m thirty.
\nShe shrugs yes and no but thirty is the last birthday until I\u2019m pinning
\ncalendars upside down and counting backwards instead of forwards
\nso its best she is gone by then anyhow. So we resume our meal as \u201cDreams\u201d
\nplays in the background and Stevie Nicks asks me have I any dreams I\u2019d like
\nto sell. She offered to join Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers somewhere
\naround 1981 but Petty turned her down saying \u201cNo Girls Allowed\u201d and Nicks
\nwent on to create Bella Donna and the two remained good friends despite the
\nrejection. And of course, he is dead long past thirty and Stevie is alive
\nfor now so we clink wine glasses and wash up before my mom ties
\nher arm with a tourniquet like some heroin addict and injects this medicine
\nthat will not save her tonight or ever so I set my alarm
\nand dream the way I was told to and in nine years when it rings,
\nI grab my late mother\u2019s tourniquet and suffocate the clock
\nuntil it shatters like thunder<\/p>\n

the rain soon follows.<\/p>\n

<\/h3>\n

 <\/p>\n

You Ask to Write of Origin and I Present You with Cinder<\/h3>\n

it is thinning wall\u00a0\u00a0 it is chipped
\nfurnace\u00a0\u00a0 it is spiral staircase screaming
\nwith every touch<\/p>\n

it is confederate trench\u00a0\u00a0 it is piss
\nstains from 1980\u00a0\u00a0 it is a Christmas
\ntree spine hunched<\/p>\n

it is nursery\u00a0\u00a0 it was closet
\nit is cat and eight litters\u00a0\u00a0 it is summer
\nroaches<\/p>\n

it is winter possums\u00a0\u00a0 it is ghost
\nwith rifle\u00a0\u00a0 it is cries muffled
\nin dirty washcloth<\/p>\n

it is brimming\u00a0\u00a0 it is barren
\nand I am only here
\nto take<\/p>\n

and explode.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mother Weeps<\/h3>\n

I love when it rains while the sun is shining
\nand the smell of fountain water on a hot day\u2014<\/p>\n

I love her passion, her healing, how
\nshe loves everything and nothing
\nall at once.<\/p>\n

Where I\u2019m from, they say it\u2019s the devil
\nbeating his wife<\/p>\n

but I would like to think
\nshe had just heard Beethoven,
\nhis Sonata No.14 \u201cMoonlight,\u201d
\nand could not help herself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Julia Watson is a poet from Atlanta, Georgia and coins her poetry as Millennial Southern Gothic. She holds an undergraduate degree in Creative Writing from Florida State University. When not writing, she spends her time cooking veggie-lover meals with her old grumpy sidekick, her dog Annie.   Terminal Dinner with a Side of Mac She … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-441","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/sa867U-441","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/441","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=441"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/441\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":448,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/441\/revisions\/448"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=441"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=441"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=441"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}