"This work is unlike any other, in its range of rich, conjuring imagery and its dexterity, its smart voice. Carroll-Hackett doesn’t spare us—but doesn’t save us—she draws a blueprint of power and class with her unflinching pivot: matter-of-fact and tender." —Jan Beatty

My house concert tour isn’t over, but has been put on hold while my oldest sister, a tiny fierce woman named Andrea but whom we call Crickett because she’s only 4’9 and quick as all get out 🙂 and who has worked as a nurse for more than forty years, primarily attending to those at the end of their journey, those tender hands midwifing soul after soul after soul into the next life, has been battling cancer herself. Twelve years older than me, she wagged that little finger at me, touting her position as ‘the elder’ in our family now, and told me I ‘better not be neglecting that writin!’ So, while my travel has been limited mostly to running back and forth from Virginia to North Carolina, I have been sending these crazy lil prose pomes out into the world.

“A Chant Against Lonely” at Josephine Quarterly (This poem will be included in my book, A Little Blood, A Little Rain, coming out from FutureCycle Press in 2016)


The Girl Who Read the Land” at Sediments Literary-Arts Journal (This poem is included in my most recent book, The Night I Heard Everything, available now from FutureCycle Press)


I’m very grateful to the kind editors who have made homes for some of them.  ❤


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