Woke up hearing someone singing this, a tenor so golden it surely came from heaven ❤
“You’ll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley. You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold….”
Daily Prompt
“Today I’m building myself/from the bones/of flowers”~Mary Carroll-Hackett
Make art about the self as a seed, a growing thing requiring nurturing, a blossom.
(from a poem that originally appeared in Tar River Poetry, one that will be my book coming out this spring, A Little Blood, A Little Rain, forthcoming from FutureCycle Press).
Daily Prompt
“I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy. I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy.”~Kahlil Gibran
Just wrote an email to a famous person on behalf of a former student, not at the student’s request, but just because i believe the student’s amazing and if nothing else, I can put the kid’s name in front of someone, And yeah it’s a totally idealistic shot in the dark, but what the hey? Lifetime mantra: The worst they can do is tell me No, right? And if they do, then I’m no worse off than I was before I asked. 🙂
Survival tip #1 for me? When the moment feels darkest, do something good and loving for someone else. That’s what brings the Light ❤
Make art about healing through generosity.
Special delivery today!
Thanks to Karen Kelsay Davies and Aldrich Press for giving these crazy little poems a home ❤ Thanks to Amy Tudor, Doug Van Gundy, and Julie Brooks Barbour, for the time and lovely words they offered about this odd little book, and special eternal BIG LOVE and gratitude to my former student artist angel baby extraordinaire Aaron Persh for the unbelievably beautiful cover art!
Trailer Park Oracle now available on Amazon, y’all! Get it here!
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This is a book that peers from the edges of wild places: from the flickerings of a French film to the heady thrills of train trestles, from the doorways of long-abandoned houses to the quiet of the vigils at the hospital bed. With a voice both gentle and fierce, Carroll-Hackett’s poems are unafraid to see us as the aching creatures we are, to ask the hard questions of language and loss, not even flinching as they reveal the wonder and pain of our very world like the title poem’s Oracle, “calling them as they played, no cushioning of the blow.”
— Amy Tudor, author of A Book of Birds and Studies in Extinction
The needs that haunt our lives also haunt Mary Carroll-Hackett’s newest collection. In Trailer Park Oracle, there is a need for food and love, and to find the true self. But Carroll-Hackett also reminds us that among all of the shining things in this world, we might sometimes forget who we are. “So you repeat, some mantra you think you’re making, until it all just becomes shaking.” Through the rich narrative of this collection, we are reminded of the path back to ourselves, how “the seed knew, at last, its own light.”
–Julie Brooks Barbour, author of Small Chimes
These poems are anchored in love – stubborn, earth-bound, unrelenting love and the generosity that it engenders. And while Carroll-Hackett is NOT the oracle of the title, she is a diviner nevertheless, looking through the quotidian – bread & blankets, Ferris wheels & automotive transmissions, dead deer and starving bears – for clues to the mysterious nature of our human hearts.
–Doug Van Gundy, author of A Life Above Water
Daily Prompt
“Never a prophet in your own land.”~Luke 4:24
Make art about a modern-day prophet.
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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