I Come From A Long Line of Ebb and Flow
I Come From A Long Line of Ebb and Flow By Julie Mae Pigott At high tide I walk amongst the ancient elder drift and wait for the call of some lost ancestor. Sometimes... Read more.
Disturbed Roots
DISTURBED ROOTS BY JULIE MAE PIGOTT I didn’t see her because dragonfly wings are translucent. I never looked for her, because during the day, phosphorescence isn’t... Read more.
Red Galoshes
RED GALOSHES BY JULIE MAE PIGOTT I’ve been looking in mirrors. Searching for reflections of belonging. Begging for someone to teach me the undecipherable code... Read more.
Longing to Belong
LONGING TO BELONG BY JULIE MAE PIGOTT Longing to belong I walk cold water beaches stopping to caress thunderworn trees branches broken and torn off roots tangled... Read more.
Toothless
Toothless BY JULIE MAE PIGOTT In the attic of our sage green, 850-square-foot house on West 12th Street in Juneau, Alaska, Ben found four things: An... Read more.