Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas is a graduate of Vermont College of Fine Arts, with an MFA in Writing. She is a thirteen-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 The CLMP Firecracker Award in Poetry, 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, and in 2021, her collection, Alice in Ruby Slippers, was short-listed for the Eric Hoffer Grand Prize. Her poems have been published widely online and in print and recently featured in The Comstock Review, Poets and Artists, and Mezzo Cammin. She is a former editor-in-chief for the Tule Review and The Orchards Poetry Journal. She is currently a member of the Board of Directors for Women's Wisdom Art, an organization in Sacramento that supports women's wellness through creativity in all forms. Her latest collections of poetry, Handful of Stallions at Twilight (Finishing Line Press) and A Shared and Sacred Space (Kelsay Books), are both newly released this summer.

Other poems by Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas in Verse Daily:
June 29, 2023:   "Utopia's Demise" "Oh, Pamela, I've not forgotten how..."
January 3, 2020:   "A Daughter Dreams of Being Their Son" "When I dreamt of being their son..."

Other poems on the web by Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas :
Two poems
"Cat Remembers Being Young"
"Motherless"
Two poems
"Deer in the Garden"
Five poems
Two poems
Two poems
"Girl of Yesterday, How I Miss You"
"Girl, I Remember You from What Seems a Lifetime Ago"
Four poems
"Your Mammogram Appointment"

Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas's Website.

Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas on Twitter.

About Handful of Stallions at Twilight:

"Carol Lynn Grellas' book of poetry, 'Handful of Stallions at Twilight,' revisits difficult memories about family, and the grief of missing loved ones. The titled poem finds Grellas at her father's cemetery plot with heartfelt questions that go unanswered. 'Was death so sweet a promise no daughter/could call you back?' Her lines are gentle yet strong in her search for truth. These poems are personal landscapes where words hope to make sense of life and loss on a journey of inquiries and illuminations."
—Lara Gularte

"In her new book 'Handful of Stallions at Twilight,' Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas speaks eloquently of life and death. The opening poem tells us that she would like her death to be valued rather than mourned...like a whale carcass on the bottom of the ocean floor becoming food for other creatures. I think how when a poet dies, their words become food for those who still live. We meet members of her family with all their beauty and eccentricities in many of these poems. Once when asked if all her poems were about mother, the answer was yes, in one way or another. These poems speak of deep caring, even a pink house says prayers of love for the woman inside who cries. In the end she assures us that when her body no longer feels the rain she will still be with us like stars seen through an open window."
—Allegra Jostad Silberstein

"Here is when Grellas' kite is flying high, 'Surely my soul will wake and rise from its sunken bed in search of the Divine as it blooms in effervescence the way champagne bubbles sparkle and dance as they float to the rim of a crystal glass and then roll over the crest onto a thirsty and beautiful tongue.' (If My Death Could Be a Whalefall.) Then the sharing coffee lines, 'It's not like you can take death with you.' (The Haunting)' 'I was never meant to be your Jesus.' (Forgive Me.)' I am the bone that breaks when you tumble from a hollowed tree.' (Memo to My Children.) Range, depth, and not just a child's heart, but in her own words, her heart is 'a bionic thing with a bright flare inside and not even the cruelest death in spring can stop its craving for light.' (Homage to this Heart.) Lucky us!"
—Susan Flynn,