Tasha Golden is the frontwoman and songwriter for the critically-acclaimed band Ellery. Her songs have been heard in major motion pictures, TV dramas, radio, and more. Her poetry and prose have been published in Pleaides, Ethos Journal, and Coldnoon Poetics, among others. She researches the impact of the arts on social silences, and blogs for Ploughshares literary journal.

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About Once You Had Hands:

"Tasha Golden's Once You Had Hands is a smart and moving book of poetry. There is a fierce voice here that can make you feel danger without always naming it, and it is indeed a dangerous world that we meet here. Golden has sharp senses and wit in depicting her disappointment and fury at religious promises. There is joy here too, hard won, and quietly compelling."
—Jennifer Michael Hecht

"When 'Christian' attitudes, rituals, and abuses (physical and mental) are part of one's formative experience of the richness of life itself, how does one extricate oneself from the perversion of this 'religion' yet affirm the glory and terror of existence? This book is a feral cry that invents the only form that can contain it; it's a cry embodied in and ennobled by art, which doesn't dilute but enhances its power. I am at a loss to describe, even from the outside, that power. I can only urge you to read it."
—James Cummins

"Wise, desperately sad, Tasha Golden's poetry finds a sinewy resilience in rhythm. Heartbeat-like, propulsive, the beat intensifies a disturbing atmosphere in which pain and harm are perversely sexualized and aestheticized. Golden's perversions turn out to be the reverse of self-indulgence. They are an ethic and a strategy she wields against the gray meaninglessness of the problem of evil. Domestic horrors are twisted into gorgeous sequined structures that in their artifice, their passionate madeness, remind us that purposeful transformation is possible."
—Catherine Wagner

"Tasha Golden, 'ankle deep in Jeremiah,' has drunk deeply of 'God the Creator of Things that Don't Last,' a God Who broods over rural Tennessee and makes its people His own. Golden is His anti-prophet, unacknowledged female emanation of a patriarchal deity Who has despoiled too many generations of Southern women. Yet this furious book is also a work of graceful beauty. Interspersed with inspired manipulations of poems by the metaphysical Henry Vaughan, and the evocative photos of Michael Wilson, Golden's work will stay with the reader for a long time."
—Norman Finkelstein

"One has the feeling that this clear-eyed writer set out to wield poems like glowing lanterns against a tide of darkness and loss, and finding she could not stem the tide, chose instead to illuminate the questions we are all too often afraid to ask. Turns out a writer with a nimble mind and enough courage can make the fearsome questions beautiful."
—Linford Detweiler