Amy M. Clark grew up in San Luis Obispo, California. She is a graduate of Carleton College, and holds degrees from the University of Nevada, Reno, and Spalding University’s MFA Program. She works as an editor and divides her time between Concord, Massachusetts, and San Diego, California. Her poems have been published in The Cincinnati Review, Cream City Review, and 32 Poems.

Books by Amy M. Clark:

Other poems on the web by Amy M. Clark:
"Arc"

Amy M. Clark's Website.

About Stray Home:

"Clark is able to imbue our small, usually overlooked moments with unexpected grandeur. A quiet humor is employed in service of her twin gifts, imagination and metaphor. This is an accomplished, deft, and important debut."
—Beth Ann Fennelly

"Amy M. Clark’s polished and crystalline poems, with their perfected formal surfaces, are magic lenses where the truth keeps coming into focus. Aren’t we all impostors, unsure of our roles, surprised at how we’ve turned out? Suddenly the safe rooms where we huddle don’t seem like home anymore. Humorous, sympathetic, and fiercely honest, Amy M. Clark doesn’t hesitate to look at 'the treasury of muck' between the stove and the cupboard, or uncover that uneasy feeling you have when someone hands you a new baby or you feed your dog a biscuit when you know she’s scheduled to die in the morning. Stray Home is a book that’s as enlightening as it is enchanting."
—Maura Stanton

"Page after page, Stray Home seduces with understated wit and formal virtue, then 'turns' on you. 'Nobody likes to be near/the betrayed,' Clark writes in 'Dumb' (an expert upping-of-the-ante). True enough. And yet her stringent visions—slyly rhymed; compressed in quatrains, tercets, and couplets; deployed over taut yet flexible free-verse—absorb you with the intimacy of the close-up: erotic, yes, and discomforting. Stray Home shows how we love—'I pressed against//my love’s back, all that’s good as near/as that'—but also the costs of coming too close to 'the traitor pulse.' Clark’s poems smart—that is, their intelligence stings."
—Steven Cramer