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WELCOME
And thank you for your interest in contributing to this project.
Photography by Chanel Baran

Our intention for this project is to create a welcoming space where women (those who use she/her pronouns) can express themselves freely, as they learn to release their voices through the writing and sharing of poetry as a spiritual practice. That we, together, may communicate a sense of the power, wisdom and beauty of the feminine voice. 

 If you are interested in sharing your voice with our readers, please follow these three simple guidelines:

 1) Include three of your poems directly in the body of the e-mail, or as an attached Word document. (We accept poems that have been previously published, with proper reference, so long as there is at least a month's gap between publication dates.)

2) Include a short (Approximately 150 words) biographical sketch of yourself, along with a headshot photograph.

 3) Please e-mail your submission to catherine@secretyoga.com.

We welcome the work of emerging poets, alongside more accomplished ones. You need not be previously published to participate in this project. The emphasis is more on offering a safe space in which women's voices can shine and enter into inspiring dialogue with one another. Here we honor the uninhibited and free expression of the feminine voice within a sisterhood. 

*All participants retain the copyrights to their work. Please allow for a two week response time after submitting a poem. Thank you.*

(Read more about JOTH here) 

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