Cirque Summer Tour

I am delighted to be included once again, in the summer Cirque reading tour.  If you are in the Seattle or Portland area, I hope to see you as I will be reading at both events.   Come out and help support this beautiful literary journal.

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Yours in poetry,

Carey

Summer Writing and Family Visits

This summer I have been busy writing, revising, and taking a poetry class conducted by Gary Lilley at The Writers’ Workshoppe in Port Townsend, Washington.   In addition, I traveled to Michigan in June to visit my husband’s family, a trek we have made regularly over the years.

Sometimes I write poetry for my family as a way to express the things that never get said in daily conversations.  This poem is for my Father-in-law, who always makes us feel welcome in his home, who always plans special adventures for us when we visit, and who has been the keeper and communicator of the family history.

Thank you Bob, for all the birthdays you never forget, every Sunday morning phone call you never miss, every wine glass we’ve shared together, and for showing us all how to age with as much grace as possible.

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On summer visits with his grandpa
they pick blueberries
broil on sand skirting Lake Michigan
stroll the farmer’s market
walk the dog
eat Moose Tracks ice cream
after dinner.

When the boy grows up
they browse art galleries
and bookstores
talk guitars and
girlfriends
grill salmon on the
barbecue.

Before the boy leaves
they drive North
on Highway 31
stop for lunch
at the country club
visit the family plot
at Spring Lake Cemetery.

They stand side by side
at the headstone
engraved in granite are the words Baby Taylor
the boy takes a picture with
his phone
not sure of his return
nor wanting to forget

the trees turning
from lime to canary
or this tiny sugar
bone melt
still seeping
in the last heat
of summer.

 

Yours in poetry,

Carey

 

 

 

April is National Poetry Month

On day one (yes!  April Fools’ Day!) I performed at Boundary Bay Brewery in one of my favorite poetry towns, Bellingham, Washington.

After reading both prose and poetry about my foolish young self in love, I was awarded the prize for “most eloquent reader”, by author Tom Robbins, which sort of made my evening.

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What made this night extra special however, was that it was a fundraiser to benefit Rooted Emerging,  which is a Nonprofit whose mission is connecting caring professionals & mentors to youth of puberty age in a community-focused rite of passage.

As a former middle school counselor who understands how important it is for this age group to be supported by adults who can help navigate all the scary and beautiful changes happening in their lives, I was truly impressed with not only the program, but as usual by the community support Bellingham provided.

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In honor of Tom Robbins, I wore my “cowgirl” dress.  Though these cowgirls don’t have the blues!

Anyway, it was a great way to start National Poetry Month.  More later on what I will be doing the rest of the month.

 

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Yours in poetry,

Carey