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Via Julia Webb's Instagram Story (August 15th, 2025)

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Having a Baby Didn’t Stop Her from Achieving Her Goals | Stand to Reason

by Alan Shlemon | Athlete Julia Webb is an example of someone who neither aborted her child to achieve her goals nor gave up what she loves because she had children...

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Sweet Buzz

It’s back again, thesoporific burr of beeshovering in the fruit trees thatmakes me want to sleep. I watch them burrowing insidespring blossoms. They ignore meas they take their fillof pollen. Lately, mytaste for honey has taken over my mindand I’m dripping withtheir sweet buzz. Kim M. Russell, 30th April 2026 Image by Andy Holmes on Unsplash This Thursday at the dVerse Poets Pub, Grace is our…

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Julia Webb - Two Poems

Bunting

The birds are strung on the wire by their beaks, some wings fall open like broken books, some stay firmly folded closed, and here HE comes with another bird, the sky falling away from it, its eye-bead clouding over. He smacks the bird down on the table, drill, is all he says.

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Internal

These days I write my own radio show and play it in my head. My nights are filled with imaginary whale song, those whales silvery and spectacular, swimming against the tide of my blood.

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Julia Webb lives in Norwich where she teaches creative writing. She is a poetry editor for Lighthouse. Her first collection: Bird Sisters, will be published by Nine Arches Press in May 2016.

Short poems get straight to the point - they dive right in - no messing about.

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Julia Webb - Two Poems

Weir

Bikes piled on yellow grass, and a slither of steps hacked from the river bank - with their neon coating of weed, the creak and groan of the swings, and the glory of boys in baggy y-fronts, balancing on the metal bar of the weir, the whiteness of their thin bodies dazzling, how arcs of water flew from them as they abandoned themselves to the jump.

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My Sister’s Feet

They’ve always been a 6 she says cramming them into lipstick-red stilettos. They remind me of Sandy and Ginger our childhood guinea pigs: the way when startled they would wedge themselves inside their tiny wooden house, fur bulging from every window; how sometimes we thought we would never get them out.

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Julia Webb won the 2011 Stanza competition. She lives in Norwich and is a poetry editor at Lighthouse and a creative writing tutor.

Brevity encourages mastery of words.

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Easter Poem: 'Lent' - Julia Webb

Lent

We talked about the pit falls of summer babies, those BAD-UNS gone to seed and Whitsun weddings, Easter when it falls early and the time we found all that CHOCOLATE that she had GIVEN UP for Lent hidden in the bottom of the cleaning closet. And how we despised the way she cried and said Please DON’T tell your Daddy - as if we would! But we liked to imagine his big bitumen hands resting…

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