“Inside, Outside,” Minola Review
“Feeding the Serpent”, “no one was singing” and “Going Back into the Underworld,” CAROUSEL
“The Psychiatric Patient Profiled in My Application,” Dreamers
“My Fingerprints Dissolving into Air,” The /tƐmz/ Review
“they told me the future is friendly,” Into the Void
“the end of the world” (three poems), Understorey
“replacing carol,” carte blanche
“the unseen world under my sweater,” soundbite
“their hands were full of love,” antilang.
“I Will Be Inside the Crickets Soon”, Arc Poetry
“Rest” and “Channels,” The Fiddlehead
~ Carol’s writing has also appeared in filling Station and Open Minds, and is forthcoming in Hamilton Arts and Letters.
I’m not a butterfly or a rare bird. I’m something elegant and small. I left my wings behind in the dirt. I had to learn to fly before I could learn to crawl.
“Transmutation”
It felt like a rebirth, except I did not emerge with vibrant, patterned wings, delicately renewed by goo. No, I emerged as a worm. I searched for a way to float above the dirt, only to find myself coated in a slimy layer of skin. I must have left behind my wings in the mud.
“Spirituality of Mud”
Carol Krause 