Katelyn’s poetry is full of vivid imagery of domesticity, food, and nature. She excels at finding beauty and meaning in the everyday, mundane things many overlook. Her poems take us on a journey through love, loss, and self-discovery while exploring myriad relationships. I found myself pausing and rereading and look forward to spending more time with her poetry.
Within a three-year period Katelyn Mattson lost both parents to cancer a few months apart and went through divorce—all while in her early forties.
Yet, in Notes from Beulah, Mattson begins her collection with a different dilemma, wondering: 😉
What do I do with all this love oozing through the barrier of my skin I could scoop it up with bare hands …………………………………………………….. it feels unjust to keep it to myself take it i’ve plenty to spare
This invocation to love comes in many forms: the search for romantic love and sensual pleasure; the weight and lightness abundant in parental love; the longing that lingers around separation from those who have slipped away.
Mattson takes these very personal anecdotes yet delivers the universal in simple, honest snapshots.