[Review] “He Bled, My End” by Julia Putzke

J asked me for a review. Kudos on your first book! =)

Julia Putzke’s first book of poetry, “He Bled, My End,” is an engaging dialogue about one woman’s journey of Faith. From the sure optimism of childhood to turbulent adolescence and beyond, readers experience love, heartbreak, and renewal. Religious readers will appreciate the heavy incorporation of Christianity as a theme, but the narrator’s passage from insecurity to self-love is a universal one. A surprisingly tender debut.

“He Bled, My End” is available for online purchase at Lulu.

Ms. Putzke’s poetry blog: Crippled at Your Table.
Ms. Putzke has also written collaborative poetry at Red Gladiola.

One-Legged Stool

Chair in Woods

I’m so tired

If I complain
my frustration is met
with hostility

If I am wronged
I must not have been
understanding enough

If I suffer
I must have deserved it

In the end
I just want someone to say:
“I believe in you”
“You’ll overcome it all”
without taking faith away
when they feel like it

I think the tourists believe I’m one of them, at Katz’s

The table next to mine
thinks me funny for squeezing
mustard on my plate.

That’s because I don’t like it.

But if I’m to have a proper pastrami sandwich
I might as well try a little bit on the side
with my shavings.

Nah, I still hate it.

I do know how to eat a sandwich.
And I do know I’m getting robbed
at New York prices.

[Fiction] Angie’s Boot

Garden

Angie, who grew up with nothing, hoarded all that she could around her desert home. Her stretch of pale grass became an oasis: a refuge for small skittering legs and dormice in the dark. When her husband left her, she took his old work boot and filled it with rich dirt. The cacti flourished and bloomed in their new pot. Six months later, she looked again at the shoe and it was only the flowers that she saw.

Time Elapse

A collaborative poem between me and Syl65! Syl was one of the first poets I met here on WordPress and his love poems are particularly tender and never fail to impress. Please visit his site to explore more of his work!

Mayan Calendar

The days are flying by
And my calendar can’t keep up
Just got the sunscreen ready
Now there’s a sale on winter coats

Halloween costumes are shaking
Spidery webs and monster claws
But the leaves are still green
And I feel freshly thawed

I think I’m hearing turkeys
Gobble, gobble, gobble
Christmas decorations up already
My mind is starting to wobble

Champagne at year’s end
Although I’m still in summer
Should I be like a child sighing?
“Oh, what a bummer!”

Fly by days
Lead into fly by nights
Did the Mayan calender really end?
Or is there no end in sight?

So many thoughts
A-whirling in my head
Time to stop thinking of time
And simply go to bed.