Bio and awards

Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas is an eight-time Pushcart nominee and a four-time Best of the Net nominee. In 2012, she won the Red Ochre Press Chapbook contest with her manuscript “Before I Go to Sleep”. Her work has appeared in a wide variety of online and print magazines including: The Yale Journal for Humanities in Medicine, Poets and Artists, War, Literature and the Arts and many more. She has authored numerous collections of poetry including her latest chapbook: “Things I Can’t Remember to Forget” Prolific Press 2017. She is the Assistant Editor for The Orchards Poetry Journal and according to family lore she is a direct descendant of Robert Louis Stevenson.

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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 and Weasel Press

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?

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