Authors /

Julie L. Moore

Julie L. Moore is the author of four poetry collections, including, most recently, Full Worm Moon.
Poetry

White Pines

The tree is not coming back, the arborist said,...
Books

Unlocking the gates of Genesis through poetry

Jessica Jacobs breathes new life into ancient voices.
Poetry

Mulberries

               Flies swarm over mulberries                mashed on the road,...
Poetry

Washing my daughter’s hair

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. —Rainer Maria Rilke...
Poetry

Before the rib

Before the rib,          before the man in need of help,...
Poetry

Marram grass:
Indiana Dunes National Park

I know what you’ve heard: Build on rock, so when rain pours down, you will not fall....
Poetry

Firefly

“It is only in light that the colour of a thing is seen. Hence our first task is to explain what light is.”...
Poetry

Compline

—St. Meinrad Archabbey...
Poetry

Full flower moon

The moon tonight smells like linen, clean & pressed, spreading its blue fabric over not just May’s fields...
Poetry

Three questions

1....

Free Newsletters

From theological reflections to breaking religion news to the latest books, the Christian Century's newsletters have you covered.

Explore Newsletters
Poetry

The philosopher and the poet talk on the last warm day in fall

My neighbor scrapes old paintfrom the fence around his pasture,an annual chore he attends to,for he knows the white he appliesrevives each slat....
Poetry

Full Worm Moon

Sap Moon, Crust Moon, Crow Moon—by any of its names, this moonannounces, in all its fullness, wormsstirring in earth’s softening center;sap thawing in the maples;...
Poetry

Blood Moon

Beneath this April’s full moon,an inch of snow fell, eclipsingdaffodils and tulips, their buddinggenius. Cherry blossoms wearwhite gowns now, shivering...
Poetry

When the rain clears

Standing on the streetin the early morning of late autumn, I marvel to see, to my left,over my own backyard, rain...
Poetry

Mailbox

Rivers of Ohio rain cascaded    into March, flooding streams and roads,        then turned, one evening,...
Poetry

Labor Day

Soap foams like spume on waves         sloshing toward shore. And the wateris warm as I wipe each dish and fork...

More by Julie L. Moore ›