20Jun 2025 Julene Tripp Weaver

Robot Wives Coming Soon

Real wives are predicted to disappear once robot wives are ready. Elon has a plan I’d like to thank him for his consideration. His robot bride takes the most careless... Read More
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Buyer beware: The cyber wife will have all the external charms of Elon’s cyber truck. (And don’t ever get it wet.) – mh clay

23Sep 2024 Julene Tripp Weaver

SkyMall Year

It was my SkyMall year building miles, wired with phone, iPad, laptop, updated apps— a year with unpredictable ++++++++++++++++pressure corporate bound with a roll-on computer bag ready-to-go: high gloss fliers,... Read More
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Boom to bust to better update the LinkedIn profile. (Congrats to Julene on the release of her new collection, Slow Now with Clear Skies. Get your copy here or here. Check it out!) – mh clay

3Dec 2023 Julene Tripp Weaver

They Say I am a Boomer.

Well Ba Ba Boom— we have a way about us born in the fifties after the beats. Scattered in small towns in the back yard of some monster mall— post... Read More
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A new boom, please! (Ours is now just a belch.) – mh clay

21Apr 2023 Julene Tripp Weaver

Watching Birds & Other

A Falcon lives high, dives deep, their daily life monitored watched on camcorders: eggs laid and hatched, we observe them, they eat, feed, grow, fly— elemental these routine animal activities—the... Read More
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What reality unless written? Keep your keys handy. – mh clay

31Jan 2021 Julene Tripp Weaver

Grand Funk Railroad

We waited overnight camped out to get tickets at Flushing Meadows Park— morning came the crunch the line-push squishing us front-forward into the booth, the swell crushing my chest to... Read More
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A narrow escape to say, “I was there!” – mh clay

15Jan 2020 Julene Tripp Weaver

First Concert

Queens borough, New York, 1967 My best friend won free tickets from WBAI to a Monkees concert, allowed to go if chaperoned by her older sister. A first at Forest... Read More
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A promoter’s mismatch obscured appreciation, late to come. – mh clay

19Mar 2019 Julene Tripp Weaver

The Crossing

-After Debra Fritts, “Empty Buckets” In a rickety raft with empty buckets and no oar, I stand transfixed, cast-off afraid to move, the question, Will I survive? raking me. I... Read More
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Enough, just to reach the other side; the buckets will fill themselves. (We welcome Julene to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay

1Oct 2018 Julene Tripp Weaver

The Things I Do Become Calendar

Pure illusion this movement forward, no entourage, or chattel to carry me, what we never said haunts me with the strongest memories. No mountains to climb on my current agenda... Read More
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Embrace those surprise violets. Let the map make itself. – mh clay

1Aug 2018 Julene Tripp Weaver

Here We Are Again

We went through things had an upswing when we believed in love        and goodness, and the world         wasn’t such an unsafe space. We could... Read More
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No exchanges, no refunds, all sales final. – mh clay