North Coast Squid

I am honored to have my poem “A Woman on 22nd and Killingsworth” published in the 8th edition of the North Coast Squid.

Please check out the link above for where to purchase this journal doing great work on the north Oregon coast. Isn’t the cover just lovely? I can’t wait to settle down with my morning coffee and check it out.

I have fond memories of my time as a child living on the north Oregon coast at the Tillamook Bay Coast Guard Station where my father was Chief. I learned to swim at the Nehalem Pool, had my tonsils and adenoids taken out in Wheeler, met my first best friend Marla, in Mrs. Jones first grade class at Garibaldi Grade School.

I can still remember my father pulling our car onto Highway 101 and heading south after yet another Coast Guard transfer. As I looked back at the base, and then out to the boathouse, I began to cry. It was the first time I had a feeling that I would only understand later. How a heart can attach to place.

To come back to this place through my words is both an honor and a reminder that we can go home, because any home we have been loved in, embeds itself into the core of our being.

Yours in poetry,

Carey

Concordia Neighborhood #3


It makes no difference to the sky
what happened here,

or the east wind taking its
much-needed break.

Even St. Michael
was taking vacation

from shattered glass
and squeal of tire

seated at the bar of some
scuzzy seaside honky-tonk,

on the ebb tide
of his third beer.

Yours in poetry,
Carey






Concordia Neighborhood #1

purple suns of morning
creep and cling
weathered spine of board

capillaries of red
braid into our pausing

pierce our chatter

remind us
of those small
paper brown bags
we filled
with penny candy

Yours in poetry,

Carey


You’re Invited!!

On August 12, 2012, I had my first poetry reading with Cirque. I was so nervous, but here I am nine years later still on the circuit with them. I will be forever indebted to editors Sandy Kleven and Michael Burwell for seeing something in my early poems and for being part of my poetic journey from the beginning.

Each summer Cirque hits the road to launch new work, welcome new members into the family, and celebrate those of us who keep calling Cirque one of our literary homes. I will be reading via Zoom for the Seattle event and I sure hope I see some of you!

Yours in poetry,

Carey

Sea-Fever

After a long year, it was time to leave the house, and I knew where I was headed. To those early places of sand and sea.

I watched a tug crossing the Coos Bay Bar. Sat on the same jetty I climbed on as a young girl. Found comfort in the smell of ocean. The wind blowing my hair. Remembered bits of a poem by John Masefield called Sea-Fever.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of
the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day and white clouds
flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the
the sea-gulls crying.

It has been a long 15 months—a sitting on the knife’s edge of coming and going.

But I am one of the lucky ones, who has been lucky enough to walk the beach again, grow a garden, give peas to the neighbors, bouquets of flowers to the bedroom, create one small patch in the middle of a changing city, where bees, hummingbirds, and scrub jays, can find a place to land.

Just imagine if moving forward we could all find one small thing that would show this stressed planet how much we love being here and how much we long to stay. What if we wore amulets of sea water around our necks to remind us what holiness is?

Yours in poetry,

Carey

Cirque Journal

I am honored to have my poem “Returning” published in the newest volume of Cirque Journal. You can find it on page 144.

Cirque was the first journal to publish my poems. Cirque Press published my first book, “The Lure of Impermanence”.

Editors, Sandra Kleven and Michael Burwell not only publish a beautiful, inclusive journal, but they have created a Cirque community that is still as important to me today as it was when I first began publishing with them.

Poet friends, consider submitting your best work to Cirque. Lovers of poetry, consider purchasing a copy of this journal to help support this fine publication.

Yours in poetry,

Carey

RED EFT REVIEW

Thank you Corey Cook, Editor of Red Eft Review , for publishing my poem “I Laugh When I Look Out the Bedroom Window”. If you are interested in reading it, please click the link above.

This is a new poem that started when I stopped for a minute to watch the indignities aging requires of us and to reflect on how fast our “slick-skinned days” pass. I hope you enjoy it.

Yours in poetry,

Carey

Pandemic Anthology and Thoughts

I am honored to share that my poem “In Like a Lion” has been included in the Oregon Poetry Association 2020 Anthology of Pandemic Poems. This is a stunning collection of poetry written by Oregon poets as witness to these times. It is a document that will have both significant historical value regarding the event itself and the writers in this place who have shared their poetic response to it.

I urge you to consider purchasing a copy of this anthology either through Submittable or Wild Apricot. All the proceeds will go to continued funding for the Oregon Poetry Association. If you love poets, or if you just want a record of this year told through the words of Oregon State poets, I encourage you to buy a copy.

In so many ways my thoughts of this year will probably not be completely known until more time has passed. It has been such a difficult time for so many, especially to those who have lost people to Covid-19. I have been privileged to have a warm home to live in, food to eat, health care. I have had the privilege to reflect during this time, to think about how I would like to contribute to the world in a way that helps those less able to have the basic needs of life. And frankly, I have no desire to return to “Normal”, for it was with the slowing down, the staying put, that helped me see how much happiness could be found in my own home, my small block, my changing neighborhood. There have been things I have missed, like live music, poetry readings, coffee shops, going to dinner with friends, and I look forward to doing them again. But I have changed, and these days I wonder what I will find when I re-enter the world and will I belong?

Yours in poetry,

Carey