Amy Carlsen

Joined February 2021

15 stories

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Seattle-based writer born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Left the field of engineering sales to pursue vocation in full-time ministry. Married to her college sweetheart, Tory, and loves being a mom to her Kindergartener, Cole.

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Strength to Remain
You are the vine, and I am a branch I try to break away and be my own vine But I'm hanging on by a thread Dangling, pitiful
By Amy Carlsen2 months ago in Poets
Hunting for Apples
We had a good day Lighthearted Laughter Healthy distractions Exhale But now in bed, there's a shift Something's off You're quiet and stiff
By Amy Carlsen3 months ago in Poets
Gravity Wave
I've been living each day with the intensity of an Olympic swimmer In her final lap And I wonder why I can't relax I've been reminded that I'm most at peace when I'm floating in a lazy river
By Amy Carlsen2 years ago in Poets
Don't Smile at Me in the Mirror
Glance in the mirror To check my form but eyes lock Can't get gains in peace
By Amy Carlsen2 years ago in Poets
Fly, Mama
"Anne." Anne stared blankly at Connor stacking his plastic blocks. "Anne." Blue. Yellow. Orange. Purple. Green. Pink. "Anne!" Brandon shouted.
By Amy Carlsen3 years ago in Families
My Comforter
Like a child who runs into her parents' room to snuggle on a Saturday morning I run to you - I need your comfort The cold, winter air chills my bones
By Amy Carlsen3 years ago in Poets
Defining Moments
Intense burning pain Almost over, final push! My sweet child is here
By Amy Carlsen3 years ago in Poets
You'd Never Know
My insecurities are building Just when I thought I had them under wraps A trigger occurs and then something snaps My self-confidence begins to collapse
By Amy Carlsen3 years ago in Poets
A Walk with Grandma
Baby is all bundled up and strapped in. The dog impatiently wags his apricot tail as I struggle to harness and leash him. After twenty minutes, we are finally ready to go.
By Amy Carlsen3 years ago in Poets
Dreary Day
Cold rain stings my face Firework display in puddles Wind sways the stoplights
By Amy Carlsen3 years ago in Poets
Is Anyone There?
Something isn't quite right Swarming busy bodies with smiling faces But I smell the fumes of death Seeping out into the air with every breath
By Amy Carlsen3 years ago in Poets
Meaningless
The sun rises up and then descends down The cycle repeats with no end in sight Meanwhile my woeful soul is a ghost town Abandoned and hidden in the cold night
By Amy Carlsen4 years ago in Poets

Amy Carlsen

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Strength to Remain

Hunting for Apples

Gravity Wave

Don't Smile at Me in the Mirror

Fly, Mama

My Comforter

Defining Moments

You'd Never Know

A Walk with Grandma

Dreary Day

Is Anyone There?

Meaningless

Stories (15)