Sarah Carey, a North Carolina native who grew up in Florida, is a graduate of the Florida State University creative writing program. Her poems have appeared recently in Gulf Coast, Five Points, Body, Sugar House Review, Florida Review, and elsewhere. Her book reviews have appeared in Salamander, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, and the Los Angeles Review. She is the author of two poetry chapbooks, including Accommodations, winner of the Concrete Wolf Poetry Chapbook Award (2019.) Her debut full-length collection of poems, The Grief Committee Minutes, was released in September 2024 from Saint Julian Press. Sarah writes about place and her home state of Florida, about familial and environmental loss, and about the perpetual discovery and exploration of roots.

Other poems by Sarah Carey in Verse Daily:
November 25, 2020:   "Our Last House" "From country to city, student ghetto..."
September 10, 2017:   "Sinkhole" "We head for the sinkhole that just opened up..."

Other poems on the web by Sarah Carey:
Two poems
"When Time Ran Out, I Took the Clock In"
"Tahane Recalls His Escape"
"Orienteering (Summer, 1994)"
"Abditive"
"Lacuna"
"Exotic Taste"
"Consistency"
Two poems
"Nutritional Value"

Sarah Carey's Website.

About The Grief Committee Minutes:

"How the past haunts us, even as life goes on. And how the birds-ah, the birds-match us, tapping and feeding and squabbling and, once in a while, showing us how to fly. Sarah Carey flies in this book-her dead mother on her back, the past in all its complications, yes, but fly she does. The poetry, 'the wing //my life careens on to its close.' A good read."
—Alice Friman

"Sarah Carey's luminous new poems reckon with our beautiful and broken world with the intimacy and precision of a writer at her peak. Daughter of a dying mother and a threatened Earth, she grafts truths that root her and her readers in shared history, place-and the strength to rise like the pines and swallow-tails on these pages. 'Why rebuild?' Carey asks in an electrifying hurricane poem. This collection holds the answers, and all that is dear. "
—Cynthia Barnett

"This remarkable debut resides in a liminal space, striding between natural and spiritual realms. Sarah Carey doesn't miss anything, not the blur of a peregrine wing nor the secrets of an ailing father. This book teems with life even as it looks death in the eye, never flinching. A wild, wonderful collection of poems."
—Erica Wright

"In her stunning debut, Sarah Carey offers a yearning litany of familial love, spirituality, and the inevitable loss and grief that defines the human condition. Carey's tone is often curious, gentle, and accepting. 'No one knows the ways / we let each other go,' she writes in 'The Beach House Offers an Elegy.' But in the end, her tight command of language convinces readers that perhaps it is she who controls the world around her rather than the other way around."
—Jen Karetnick

"This thanatological collection thrills with beauty and its passing, with the ways the past is embedded in the present, and with the lives one attempts to rescue through memory. Its buoyant music dazzles and haunts."
—Chelsea Dingman