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I AM NOT A SAINT
I am a student of the trees
 • Grace E. Kelley | Poet/Farmer
The Girl Who Loved Peaches
I didn't expect this essay to become about hope amidst grief.
 • Grace E. Kelley | Poet/Farmer
WHEN WE SPEAK/THE LANGUAGE OF LAUGHTER
for all our children in Gaza, and for those of us living in the dichotomy of raising children in these times.
 • Grace E. Kelley | Poet/Farmer
DON'T LET THE FIRE DIE
a poem for when misogyny seems to be winning
 • Grace E. Kelley | Poet/Farmer
I AM SMALL, BUT I AM NOT POWERLESS.
a poem for the days we wake up to murder in the news
 • Grace E. Kelley | Poet/Farmer
METAMORPHOSIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN MESSY
for the ones dealing with the pain of change
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Deconstructing my way towards Wholeness
Lessons from Strawberry Hill
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How to Blow Up your Life in Five Easy Steps
a story for when your hope is buried
 • Grace E. Kelley | Poet/Farmer
I AM MORE THAN THE MEN WHO SEE ME
a poems for the strength found in softness
 • Grace E. Kelley | Poet/Farmer
The Poet Farmer
The Poet Farmer
My heart was made to care & my hands were made for tending. The blisters on both speak. Poetry | Personal Essays | Occasional Recipes
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