Julie Brooks Barbour is a poet exposed, calling on the essentials: apples, air, earth, a tiny tugging mouth. She makes a home in the opposite ends of a blooming life and writes forward. Hers is the voice of the new mother calling herself back to swollen breasts and healed stitches.
Hers—the levitating voice of the quintessential poet capturing life moments that have been "left to themselves." Julie Brooks Barbour has left us humans, in need of her noticing, the greatest of portraits: the human soul seduced by what is puzzling, fleeting, always true.