Posted in Poetry

Cicada Emerging and Some Poetry Updates

Greetings, friends!

Today I’d like to share a few poetry updates, and a poem.

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Poetry Updates

First, I’m proud to announce that my poem “Night Walk” was published in the most recent issue of Dreams & Nightmares. If you’re interested in obtaining your own copy, here’s how to do it, per the publisher’s blog:

Try out a pdf of any issue for $1 or a print copy for $5 (paypal to jopnquog at gmail dot com). Lifetime PDF subscription for $39 includes all back issues; $90 gets you a lifetime subscription to both print and PDF editions, including all available back issues. Search the archives of this blog for “contents” of recent issues. And right now, get pdfs of the last TWO issues for a buck. You can pay by check to David Kopaska-Merkel, 1300 Kicker Rd., Tuscaloosa, AL 35404, if you don’t use paypal.

My poem is in issue #106.


Next, Best Austin Poetry 2015-2016 is now available at for only $5.32. This lovely little volume of winning verses from the Austin Poetry Society includes two poems by me: “Rooster with a Guitar” and “I Hate Those Poems.” The prizes for this year’s Austin Poetry Society Annual Awards will be announced this Saturday at the Yarborough Branch Library in Austin at 1:30 p.m. It’s free and open to the public, so if you’d like to hear some award-winning poems, come join us!


And finally, I’m happy to share that my poem “The Morning After” will be reprinted in the 2018 Texas Poetry Calendar, which is available for pre-order from Dos Gatos Press. If you order by Monday, May 22nd, you get 20% off!

And now, as promised, a poem

This poem won third place in a National Federation of State Poetry Societies (NFSPS) contest in 2016, and was published in their anthology, Encore. It seems fitting to share at this time of year, when the school year is drawing to a close and students everywhere are shedding their old shells for new, more mature forms. I wish them the best of luck in their transformations.

Cicada Emerging

You perch atop your former self—
a crisp brown casing
with a family resemblance.
(It has your eyes and legs.)

Not yet ready to say goodbye,
the new you pauses—
glistening, green,
still holding on to your shell.

I get it. Change is hard.

For seventeen years you lived underground
putting one stiff leg in front of the other,
unaware that your future awaited
in the treetops.

Now, you’ve journeyed through the earth,
climbed into the open air,
broken free from your restraints,
emerged into a world abuzz with life.

As soon as your wings harden, you’ll fly.

But lurking within rebirth
is a memory
of shadowy spaces
and struggling steps.

Even when you take to the sky,
some part of you
will always remember
what it was like to crawl.

© Carie Juettner, 2016



Posted in Poetry

A Few Poetry Updates

TPC2015This post is for all the poetry fans out there. (But the rest of you are more than welcome to read it too. After all, we lovers of poetry are a very open and accepting crowd, always happy to add a few more members to our club.)

I have a few pieces of poetry-related news I’m excited about and I want to share them with you.

First, I have a poem in this year’s Texas Poetry Calendar. It’s on the August month-view page, so if you’re flipping through looking for the date when the temperature is finally going to become reasonable again (somewhere around mid-September, hopefully) don’t forget to pause and read “August in Texas.” It won’t cool you off, but it will at least remind you that, yes, it’s this hot every year and, no, the heat won’t last forever.

AugustObserverNext, I also have a poem in this month’s issue of The Texas Observer. My haiku appears on page 42. I’m excited to be published in this magazine, but I’m even more thrilled that my favorite poet, Naomi Shihab Nye, is the person who selected my little poem. I first heard Naomi speak when I was a senior at UT in 1998, and I have loved her work ever since. I own over a dozen of her poetry books, as well as her novels for young readers and her books of essays. My favorites are Fuel (poems), Never in a Hurry (essays), and This Same Sky (poems she selected from around the world). Any book that has her name on it is worth a read. Her introductions breathe life into all the collections she edits, and she has an amazing gift for connecting with people via podium, page, or in person. Naomi is the poetry editor for the Observer, and she always includes a short message about the poems she chooses. Her sweet comments about my haiku mean so much to me.

APSLast, but definitely not least, I’m on the board of the Austin Poetry Society, which is about to kick off a new season of monthly meetings and contests. We have some great guest speakers lined up this fall, so if you live in the Austin area and you’re one of those people who likes poetry, consider joining our society. You’ll get access to our newsletter (cleverly named the Museletter) as well as eligibility to enter our monthly and annual contests, where you can earn cash prizes for your work.

And even if you’re not a member of APS, you can still be a part of The Poetry Caravan of Austin, a new and very worthwhile program where volunteers give free poetry readings at senior homes, memory facilities, and shelters in the Austin area. Our fall schedule is now online, and it’s easy to sign up. If you’re curious, check out our Facebook page to learn more and hear from some of our volunteers.

Well, that’s about it. Thanks for letting me plug my news, as well as the poets and organizations I love and believe in. Oh, and just so you know, if you made it to the end of this blog post, you probably are a fan of poetry, at least on some level. (Come on, admit it.)

Posted in Halloween, Poetry, Writing

Pumpkins and Poetry


Today I’d like to share two little October-themed poems with you.

“Harvest Moon” is my very first published poem. It appeared in the 2009 Texas Poetry Calendar, and was published under my maiden name, Carie Kinder. I wrote this poem in my head as I drove home from work one October night, the full moon guiding my way.

Harvest Moon

On the way home,
you caught my eye
and took my breath,
jack-o-lantern in the sky.

I barely believed
what I had seen—
I guess we’re all dressed
for Halloween.

The following haiku is one I wrote during an informal poetry class when I was at UT. It was also written before I was married, but, although I always loved the poem, I didn’t submit it for publication until many years later. It too found a home in the Texas Poetry Calendar, in 2013.

Calm, moon-glazed pumpkin
rests peacefully on the porch,
awaiting the knife.

Happy Carving,