Jeannie E. Roberts


Jeannie E. Roberts has authored four poetry collections and two children's books. Her work appears in print and online in North American and international journals and anthologies. She is Poetry Editor of the online literary magazine Halfway Down the Stairs. When she’s not writing or editing, you can find her drawing and painting, or outdoors photographing her natural surroundings.


Rhyme the Roost! A Collection of Poems and Paintings for Children, Daffydowndilly Press, an imprint of Kelsay Books, 2019. $14.00 plus shipping. (Orders may be placed through the author, or Amazon or Kelsay Books)

The Wingspan of Things, Dancing Girl Press, 2017. $7 plus shipping.
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Romp and Ceremony, Finishing Line Press, 2017. $19.99 plus shipping.
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Beyond Bulrush, Lit Fest Press, 2015, $16.00 plus shipping
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Nature of it All, Finishing Line Press, 2013, $14.00 plus shipping
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Let's Make Faces!, Rhyme the Roost Books, 2009, $10 plus shipping and handling
(Orders may be placed through the author or Volume One's local store here)


The Punctuation of Ferns

Like snail shells
nestled in crooks
of question marks,

fiddleheads coil,
cap fronds, within
ponds of noonday sun.

Spirals unfurl, respond
without question, roll
out the answer, clarify

meaning in the fleeting
nature of time; only
to rest, repose, after

accentuating glens,
underlining gullies,
hyphenating ditches

with dashes of green,
upon making their mark,
completing this seasonal

sentence, before fading
to full stop and finishing
with periodic ending points.

From The Nature of It All (Finishing Line Press, 2013)

My Son's Tattoos

Ammonite lobes and saddles coil
near the scroll of fronds. Trillium kisses pulpit
with point of petal. Agate lines its banded path;
pieces fracture, disperse within
circular orbit. Leaves drift, then settle
beneath the repetition of squares; fractals
display their self-similar pattern. From shoulder
to forearm, the cosmic order of tats.

Mommy, what's the name of this flower?
It's the great white trillium, I answer.
Notice their whorl of three petals, white,
pristine, but never pick them; we must honor
their life. We step to find a jack-
in-the-pulpit, then a fern. Stones next.
Agates. Along the river, we skip rocks.
My brother walks with us; he speaks
of plants and animals, fossils,
constellations, his esteem for science
and our natural world. We listen.

Pristinely rendered echoes of walks and talks,
water and woodlands, tribe and tradition,
my son's arm depicts his lineage. Patterns
of memory, emblematic markings of origin
indelibly etched, form the whorl of his story,
the greatness of his fingerprint, the honor in his ink. 

From Romp and Ceremony (Finishing Line Press, 2017)