Betsy Gowans, Sylvia Print

​Poetry I'm Proud of

"A Son , the Second, Is Born" 
My son cannot remember the day he came to
lose his mother.​

read more at: itmustbeheartbreaking.com/2016/11/20/a-son-is-born-the-second-by-elisabeth-horan/

“Wellbutrin in my Brain”There is Wellbutrin in my brain,
and I’d like to get it out.

read more at:
http://www.thefeministwire.com/2016/10/postpartum/

“Stay Mommy”
I have walked through low valleys
with the shadow of death as my ally.
I have met what might take me across

read more at:
http://www.thefeministwire.com/2016/10/postpartum/


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some work i did

October 13th, 2016 - postpartum pain - The Feminist Wire
​​“Wellbutrin in my Brain”

​There is Wellbutrin in my brain,
and I’d like to get it out.

“Stay Mommy”
I have walked through low valleys
with the shadow of death as my ally.
I have met what might take me across.
read more at
http://www.thefeministwire.com/2016/10/postpartum/
​November 1st, 2016 - translations - The basil o'flaherty
​Mis Manos
 
Mis manos nunca se quedan donde las aviso -.
Pero van buscando cosas en que soñaba anoche


My Hands 
 
My hands never sit where I tell them to.
Instead they go chasing after the visions in my dreams

​read more at:

http://thebasiloflaherty.weebly.com/poems-in-translation.html
​November Issue, 2016 - THE BASIL O'FLAHERTY
http://thebasiloflaherty.weebly.com/elisabeth-j-ferrell-horan.html
Lady literary magazine
November 1st, 2016 - ​Feminists' voices -THE BASIL O'FLAHERTY
Rain Dance
 
Drips of rain from the Aspen leaves -
Like a post storm therapist helping me discuss
From whence came the traumatic stress -
unaware, unwelcome liquid.

Read more at:
http://thebasiloflaherty.weebly.com/feminists-poems.html
It must be heartbreaking  - 11/20/2016
​https://itmustbeheartbreaking.com/2016/11/20/a-son-is-born-the-second-by-elisabeth-horan/
Anti-heroin chic

​​My World, My Heart

My Story

MY INFLUENCES

I am indebted to Robert Frost for teaching me to write like the gallop of a horse, and that nature has all the imagery I need to survive as a poet. 

Sylvia Plath is in my mind and heart always as I write. I feel I can understand what pushed her over the edge. Stay Mommy is a poem I wrote while thinking of her. To feel so bad that we might leave our children, is a darkness unfathomable to some. But it is real. I know it,  she knew it. 

Emily Dickinson lives close to my soul. She wrote quietly, passionately fervently, often without an audience and isolated from the world. If I could see her in a parallel universe, I would tell her thank you for changing my world and teaching me that I can write as a woman, for woman; not have to try and write like a man might.... 

MY DREAMS

To answer to my heart, find the peace within and practice kindness. ​​

Make the world a safer place for the marginalized: animals, children, women, people of color, LGBTQA, the displaced, the war torn,  the refugees; the poor, the alone, the people living with fear in their hearts.  I wish I could take the anger out of people and feed it to them as love. 

​Be kinder to myself, so that I might be whole enough to change the world.
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