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“Women are tired, tired of defense, tired of permission, tired of dismissal. Show me a woman who has not known abuse, who has not been betrayed, who has not been manipulated, who has not been coerced into unspeakable things: taking the fall, writing the letters, harboring secrets to stay in the game. Such oppression and…
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I am thrilled and humbled to announce that three of my poems, “Breath,” “Daughter of Eve,” and “Berries and Ponies,” are published with the beautiful literary arts magazine, Voice of Eve. You can access Issue 12, in which my work is featured, for FREE at this link. “Breath” is actually one of the first poems I ever…
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I see mothers of the ages, of all cultures, of all times, carrying torches, lighting the darkness, soothing the future with hummed lullabies. They carve their way in beautiful strength with faith and song, waiting….watching….warding…waiting… staying the course with never-ending grace. Stalwarts of elegance, extend your hands, don your mantles and dance. Oh how God’s heart…
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Many of you know my first mini collection of poetry was published by Desert Willow Press in November of 2018. It was written during the year I lived on Saba, in the Dutch Caribbean, with my husband and three kids, while he attended medical school, and I worked part time as a music coach/therapist with…
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My love, your eyes enrapture my existence, insistant, your love beckons me beyond resistance. exuberantly my soul is laid out before you unbound to…
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Have you ever wondered if the tears you shed in the margins of your life actually mattered? That they were nourishing good ground and making things grow? From the tears I shed during my year long stint on Saba while my husband attended medical school, I penned a short book of poetry title “Words the…
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The past two weeks have been a tidal wave of conflicting emotions: loneliness, sorrow, joy, anxiety, homesickness, gratitude, relief, anguish, resolve, love sickness, desire, exhaustion, despair, hope, discouragement, tenderheartedness, ferocity, and encouragement. I have experienced the visceral beauty of community near and far, the joint sigh of longing for wholeness and reprieve. We ache together,…
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The mercy tree looks like mangoes, sweet, dangling fruit of life and death hang in the branches, asking, what today will be? Exhaustion and defeat gaze longing, wondering at space and wood and desperation. Splintering at the roots and thinking, Respite could be in the limbs. Another fruit, a stranger kind is swaying in the…
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Kelsi Folsom 