Carolyn Miller
Carolyn Miller lives in San Francisco, where she writes, paints, and works as a freelance copyeditor. Her books of poetry are After Cocteau and Light, Moving.
Always
My mother was always afraid I would grow up to disgrace her and my family, and I did.
November 2013Afternoons
The rooms were filled with the smells of food. The only sounds were those of the house slowly settling around us, and the birds outside in the walnut trees, and an occasional car going by on the blacktop road.
August 2012Summer Evening
It’s summer, and I’m lying outside on a quilt on the grass. The quilt is one of our old ones, thin gray fabric on both sides with lumpy batting in between, top and bottom held together by short lengths of coarse red string pulled though the layers at intervals and tied into knots.
May 2012Has something we published moved you? Fired you up? Did we miss the mark? We’d love to hear about it.
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