Juliana C. Anderson began writing poetry in primary school. Having studied literature as well as theology, she tends to work through many themes when writing...calling herself an intellectual bag lady, while enjoying many subjects and styles of poetry.
She is currently living in Providence and is Host/Executive Producer of GoodNEWSRI a show about Rhode Island and the people, places and events that make Rhode Island a great little state.
Her poetry has appeared in three years of Wickford Art Association shows entitled Poetry and Art and in Block Island Poetry Project Anthology Where Beach Meets Ocean. She also has work in a forthcoming chapbook They Worked, We Write, an Ocean State Poets' reflection on the mills and mill workers of New England Industrial Revolution.
JULIANA'S POETRY:
Pawtucket Dance Night
On a Monday night
in town across from some car shop
up street from cemetery gates,
in mill buildings closed for years and boarded up,
chain linked fences making
urban bounds, now ringing into the night air,
now - all those bright eyes, those cheers,
those bare feet flying across the well oiled floor
Whirling
music- loud - boombox loud
They dance, rolling onto that resurfaced floor
muscular, smiling, loving loving loving it
rolled over backs, hands high,
hips in rhythm
Kids watch, small new bodies,
flexing, throw up those feet,
draw out those arms, joined
circles made one by one
caught into rhythm, beat,
trying their wares in music, music
Amazing Malian drum banging
into the old factory walls, the report
spreading down hallways- everyone
all colors and creeds,
find their own dance, young, old, girl,
boy all dance, to drum roar,
the bellow of clapping, the shouts
resound yes, resound again!
She is currently living in Providence and is Host/Executive Producer of GoodNEWSRI a show about Rhode Island and the people, places and events that make Rhode Island a great little state.
Her poetry has appeared in three years of Wickford Art Association shows entitled Poetry and Art and in Block Island Poetry Project Anthology Where Beach Meets Ocean. She also has work in a forthcoming chapbook They Worked, We Write, an Ocean State Poets' reflection on the mills and mill workers of New England Industrial Revolution.
JULIANA'S POETRY:
Pawtucket Dance Night
On a Monday night
in town across from some car shop
up street from cemetery gates,
in mill buildings closed for years and boarded up,
chain linked fences making
urban bounds, now ringing into the night air,
now - all those bright eyes, those cheers,
those bare feet flying across the well oiled floor
Whirling
music- loud - boombox loud
They dance, rolling onto that resurfaced floor
muscular, smiling, loving loving loving it
rolled over backs, hands high,
hips in rhythm
Kids watch, small new bodies,
flexing, throw up those feet,
draw out those arms, joined
circles made one by one
caught into rhythm, beat,
trying their wares in music, music
Amazing Malian drum banging
into the old factory walls, the report
spreading down hallways- everyone
all colors and creeds,
find their own dance, young, old, girl,
boy all dance, to drum roar,
the bellow of clapping, the shouts
resound yes, resound again!
