Three Short Poems

straddling the crunchof ice cube buoysadrift in his frozen milkshake,I can’t help but wonder,how did we get so small?✱she assumes every head nodsin solidarityas she reads her scifaiku⁠—but I’ve never seeneven a single episodeof star trek✱orbital traffic’s nonexistentrubbery whine ⁠—no airborne atmosphericsto circulate the rocket’s treadJulie Allyn Johnson is a sawyer's daughter from the American Midwest whose current obsession is tackling the rough and tumble sport of quilting and the accumulation of fabric. A Pushcart Prize nominee, Julie’s poetry can be found in various journals including Coffin Bell, Lowestoft Chronicle, Star*Line and Chestnut Review.