The Story Behind Joy Street Poetry
It began with a woman named Joy Street (my grandmother) who taught me that a life can be small and magnificent at the same time. She planted forget-me-nots so I’d never doubt I was loved. She left books scattered through the house, annotated like treasure maps.
She lived with intensity and softness, grief and delight held in the same hands.
Joy Street is built from that inheritance. A monthly poem, printed on handmade cotton rag paper, arriving like a whisper on your doorstep… a reminder to come home to yourself. It is a myth made real: paper made slowly, words chosen carefully, a ritual delivered faithfully.
Not to sell you something,
but to return you to something.
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Joy Street is a monthly poetry subscription crafted on handmade cotton rag paper.
Slow paper, imperfect paper, paper meant to be touched. It arrives quietly in your letterbox, a small ritual of presence in a world that moves too fast.
Joy Street exists to bring you back to the things that matter. To help you remember what it feels like to read with your whole body, to be moved by words you can hold, to step briefly out of the digital noise and into something soft, real, and human.
It is inspired by my grandmother, Joy Street, a woman who taught me to live fiercely and gently, to read deeply, to feel it all, to love without hesitation. She filled our home with books marked by her handwriting, small instructions, invitations, reminders to pay attention.
This subscription is my way of keeping her alive, in memory, in ritual, in every poem you receive.
Each month, you are invited into that lineage of tenderness, resilience, and beauty. Into a world where paper carries meaning, where stories linger, where connection doesn’t require a screen.
Joy Street is not just poetry.
It is a return. -
Subscribe Choose your plan
Receive A small bundle of poems arrive in your mailbox: a collection of poems, a card, a little note.
Pause Unwrap, read by soft light, hold the paper, feel the words.
Ritualise Place the poem somewhere sacred: a bedside table, a journal, a shelf.
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Joy Street Poetry is for the dreamers, the feelers, the quiet rebels. For anyone longing for realness in a digital world.
For someone whose heart aches for presence.
For someone who wants to feel less disconnected.
For someone who treasures handwritten letters, small rituals, and the texture of paper.