Julian O. Long
Julian O. Long's poems and essays have appeared under imprints such as "The Sewanee Review," "Pembroke Magazine," "New Texas, New Mexico Magazine," "Horizon," "Green River Press," and "St. Andrews Press," among others.
About Julian O. Long
Julian O. Long's poems and essays have appeared under imprints such as The Sewanee Review, Pembroke Magazine, New Texas, New Mexico Magazine, Horizon, Green River Press, and St. Andrews Press, among others. His chapbook, High Wire Man, is number twenty-two in the Trilobite Poetry Chapbook series published by the University of North Texas Libraries. A self published collection of his poems, Reading Evening Prayer in an Empty Church, appeared from Backroom Window Press in 2018 and can be found at Amazon. Long has taught school at the University of North Texas, North Carolina State University, and Saint Louis University. He is now retired and lives with his wife, Kathleen Farrell, in Saint Louis, Missouri, writes a blog entitled "Out the Backroom Window," and plans to expand Backroom Window Press into a small press publishing venture.
Books by Julian O. Long
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Nineteenth — poem unrhymed
Long has taught school at the University of North Texas, North Carolina State University, and Saint Louis University. He is now retired and lives with his wife, Kathleen Farrell, in Saint Louis, Missouri, writes a blog entitled "Out the Backroom Window," and plans to expand Backroom Window Press into a small press publishing venture.
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Farm Road Entropy — poem unrhymed
"...Harvest and waste of passage...
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Zapper — poem unrhymed
"...wondered if that sound was the last thought..."
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After implosion — poem unrhymed
"...Fifty years is a building's life, said the college pres..."
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End of the World — poem unrhymed
"...What's wrong will never now be right..."
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Anthropocene — poem unrhymed
"He was once my best friend..."
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Springtime 2019 — poem unrhymed
"...be time enough and time enough to praise this one more springtime..."
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Long Homestead in Winter — poem unrhymed
"...No one living knows its history now..."
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The Alpine — poem unrhymed
"...Friday nights with whole families dancing..."
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Silverback — poem unrhymed
"...we'll cleverly hide away in swamps..."
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Chain of Rocks — poem unrhymed
"...I'd like to walk it one day..."
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Aphasia Remembered — poem unrhymed
"...panic as though the world has just ended..."
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Pure Onionhood — poem unrhymed
"...finding no heart there..."e that doesn
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27 Club — poem unrhymed
"...he was quoted saying it had been his only real home...."
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Greek to Us — poem unrhymed
"...maybe because you had no idea who Isadora Duncan was..."
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Wind in the Willow — poem unrhymed
"Big easy has Bourbon Street..."
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Moonshadow — poem unrhymed
"...hopin’ light will stay the night..."
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Searching for Amédé — poem unrhymed
"...singing always his own blues, singing always to one person...."
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Penguin Provender — poem
"...Otherwise he’d freeze his toes..."
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Johann's Boy — poem unrhymed
"...case open in front of him already filling with passersby’s pocket change..."
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Oil Patch, 1980 — poem unrhymed
"...wind never moves their cattlemen’s hats..."
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Against Melancholy — poem unrhymed
"...sitting on someone’s porch at night eating ice cream..."
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Animal Counsel — poem unrhymed
"...I’m going off with the weather and not come back..."
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May Day — poem unrhymed
"...Down from the house wild iris, lawns rife with bluebonnets..."
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Earthrise — poem unrhymed
"...our yet a while still lovely cerulean planet..."
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Almost Ghazal for Them Cowbirds — poem rhymed
"I’ve watched wild birds more times than I can count..."
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Microaggressions — poem unrhymed
"...you smile again at your Texan image of old fartdom..."
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In the Name of Heaven — poem unrhymed
"...What are the dreams of music, where do they lead..."
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Towards an Unaesthetic — poem unrhymed
"...palpable and mute as a globed fruit..."
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More Than Macaronic — poem unrhymed
"...Praise with him be to speakers of dead and dying languages..."
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Epiphany at the St. Louis Art Museum — poem unrhymed
"...Their rich robes sparkled with gold..."
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Memo to Angels in Search of a Lawyer — poem unrhymed
"...there are collar pins, tie pins, rolling and bowling pins..."
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Art Crimes — poem unrhymed
"...my crime against the inarticulate..."
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Anniversary Conversation — poem unrhymed
"...poems that hide in the crinkles of your eyes..."