Chapbook by Alison Friday (Future Project)

Chapbook by Alison Friday (who is always full of ideas she keeps hidden)

Poetry from a Voice Unlocked

Title: Queen of My Castle

Author: Alison Friday

Genre: Poetry

Published: November 25

Location: Reading

Edition: First Edition

Author’s Note

For 52 years, I had a voice I didn’t know how to use. Education didn’t give me the tools, but technology did—voice notes and spellcheck changed everything. I’ve always wanted to write, but I never believed I could. Then I heard someone say, “Go for it,” at the Henley Literary Festival. So I did. This chapbook is my leap. My truth. My beginning.

Contents

1. Queen of My Castle

2. Don’t Go

3. Alone

4. Sparkle in a Jar

5. Hormones

6. Mistaken Traits

7. From Chaos to Rain

8. Trapped in Time

9. Emotional Cadence

10. Story Glory

Acknowledgments

To the voice that told me to go for it. To the tools that helped me find mine. And to anyone who’s ever felt unheard—this is for you.

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