Bio and awards

Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas is a ten-time Pushcart Prize nominee and a seven-time Best of the Net nominee. In 2012 she won the Red Ochre Chapbook Contest, with her manuscript, Before I Go to Sleep. In 2018 her book In the Making of Goodbyes was nominated for a national book award and her poem A Mall in California took 2nd place for the Jack Kerouac Poetry Prize. In 2019 her chapbook An Ode to Hope in the Midst of Pandemonium was a finalist in the Eric Hoffer Book Awards. In 2020, two of her sonnets were given Honorable Mention in the Soul Making Keats Literary Competition. Her new book Alice in Ruby Slippers is forthcoming from Aldrich Press. She has been the featured poet at countless venues, most recently, Mezzo Cammin and Verses Daily. She is the Co-Editor-in-Chief for the Tule Review and former Editor-in-Chief of The Orchards Poetry Journal and a member of the Sacramento Poetry Center Board of Directors. She is currently enrolled in the Vermont College of Fine Arts, MFA in Writing program.

Journals with poems forthcoming or already published

Carol Lynn's work has appeared or is forthcoming in the following journals: Oasis, Las Cruces Poets & Writers, Munyori Poetry Journal, Words on Paper, The Pregnant Moon Review Moondance, Dogzplot, The Verse Marauder, A Tender Touch, MSU Great Falls Literary Guild: Writings from the River, The Storyteller Magazine, Kingly Blue, Chanterelle's Notebook, The New Mirage Quarterly, Silenced Press, The Hiss Quarterly, Rattlesnake Press and Flutter, Ken*again, Oak Bend Review, Octaves Eight, Eskimopie (SPAM), The Battered Suitcase, The Boston Literary Review, Word Catalyst Magazine, Strong Verse, Crazy Days Anthology, Poet's Ink, Debris Magazine, Mississippi Crow, Poetry Friends, Madswirl, Poet's Letter, Shine, The Ghazal Page, The Lyric Magazine, Lucid Rhythms, Soundzine, Ascent Aspirations Magazine, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Hudson View, Skyline Magazine, The Scruffy Dog Review, Quill and Ink, Motel 58, The Cleave, The Toronto Quarterly, Gold Wake Press Anthology, Poetry Midwest, Thick with Conviction, Poetry for Suzanne, the Smoking Poet, Feathertale, Joyful!, Best Poem, decomP, Ardent!, Pirene's Fountain, Superficial Flesh, Pudding House # Nine series, BumbershootAnnual, The Dirty Napkin, The Wilderness House Literary Review, The Coachella Review, The Centrifugal Eye, Breadcrumb Scabs, My Light Magazine, The Houston Literary Review, A Stray Branch, Past Simple,The Westward Quarterly, The Northwest Literary Review, Toasted Cheese, Writer’s Bloc Rutgers, The Grey Sparrow, OVS, The Foundling Review, Leaf Garden Press, Decompression, Splash of Red, Umbrella, Lilith, The Legendary, Saw Palm, Contemporary American Voices, Tyst 3 Asphodel Madness, Deuce Coup, Eat a Peach, Shoots and Vines, Tipton, Foliate Oak, Victorian Violet Press, Full of Crow, Able Muse, Eat a Peach, Virgoray Press, Sublte Tea, Pig in a Poke, Medulla, The Rusty Truck, Capers Poetry Journal, Poets and Artists, Red River Review, Puffin Circus, Verses Wisconsin, Red Orche Poetry, Thrush, Poetry Super Highway, YJHM, Yes Poetry, Red Fez, New Mirage Journal, Touch, the Journal of Healing, Mused, Bella Online, Vox Poetica, Eunonia Revew, Subliminal Interioers, Bluestem, Eye to the Telescope, Dead Mule Poetry, quarrtsiluni, Raintown Review, Curio, Trigggerfish, War, Literature & the Arts, Circa, Big River Poetry Review, Angle, The Scrambler, Poetry Quarterly. Fwriction Poetry Review, The Light Left Behind, Dead Flowers, Rag Poetry, Vayavya, The Blue Hour , The Milo Review, The Society of Classical Poets, Blue Fifth Revew, Ariadne's Thread, Scapegoat, Waterhouse Review, The Moon, Sassafras. East Coast Literary Review, Literary Orphans, Hermeneutic Chaos. Sunlit, Leaves of Ink, Cliturature, Communion, Leaves of Ink, here/there poetry journal, Far Enough East Poetry, Broad River Review, Gravel, Five Poetry, Knot Journal, New Poetry, Crack the Spine, Mother's Always Write, The Magnolia Review, Yellow Chair Review, Corvus Review, Olive Press, Burningword Literary Journal, Sheila-Na-Gig, Lost Towers Anthology, The Crucible, The Tower Poetry Journal, Black Napkin Press, Memory House Magazine ( U of Chicago), Better than Starbucks, Words Dance, Cahoodaloodaling, The Orchards, The Peacock Journal, Not Very Quiet, Weasel Press, The Same, Local Gems Press 13 Days of Halloween, The Bookend's Review, Chiron Review, Ginosko Literary Review, Paddock Review, Sacramento Voices, Mezzo Cammin, North Dakota Quarterly, Adelaide and Literary Nest

Without Reason

( Pushcart nomination from Joyful!)

Because in the midst of a rainstorm
a tree can be halved by lightning
and spare one survivor between Heaven
and home, and sometimes water

can flow from the tub, seep though
a floor of another man’s ceiling
who’s thankful for rain when his
dwelling is parched, and because

speech is occasionally slurred from
the onset of illness rather than gin
proven by doctors in search of a cure
and sometimes a woman will die

in childbirth before the infant is placed
on her belly, for the joy of life
and being a mother. Because of this
I’ll write you a poem, imagine you

reading this hodgepodge of lines,
with a need for hope and hands raised
high, for the craving of fingers wrap
around fingers, connecting souls

in a manmade steeple. Because
of this I’ll write you a poem and a poem
and a poem, until we know all that we
don’t; until we embrace all that we aren’t,

until we are in awe of the universe
and forever united within these words.

Breakfast in Winter

Celestial Soul
(Breakfast in Winter)

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
─ John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

Oh, I have seen the sunlight softened through
your eyes of monarch wings and lilac-space─
a photograph, the reverie that you
once knew; obsession filled with grace
deprived of years and countless clich├ęd things
yet feverish beyond the breadth of stars
that outline Heaven’s glory, legend rings
like Romulus the deity of Mars.
It was your picture I admired most
your godlike face, so unafraid to die
a Pentecost and you the holy ghost
with resurrection blessed amid the sky
enmeshed in moving clouds of whitely hue
that dip at dawn to share one glimpse of you.

There is a House

(Object of Desire)

There is the house where children used to play
and laughed upon a swing that swung
behind the neighbor’s fence.
Was it not the place that held a memory,
of you and I or maybe only me?

It’s pink, that house that holds a banyan tree,
where flooded streets once bled canoes
upon their gravel tops
like hungry shores, yet a simple place
each number marked where station wagons parked.

Abandoned when you left it back in time,
now hollowed eyes, its windows never see.
There’s no light that warms the glass
no gathered drape against the frosty chill
an entrance beckoned, now it never will.

Oh how I wish to let that old house know.
The one where all the children used to go
they’d march around the benched lanai,
blowing horns at bees who lost their wings
from pulling strings through trees. It was I

who lived there very long ago. Pink house,
don’t you remember when I slept inside
saying prayers each night until I cried?
Was it not that place that held a memory
of you and I or maybe only me?