Carly Joy Miller's work has appeared in The Adroit Journal, Blackbird, Boston Review, Gulf Coast, West Branch, and elsewhere. She is a contributing editor at Poetry International and a founding editor of Locked Horn Press. Her chapbook, Like a Beast, won the 2016 Rick Campbell Prize and was published by Anhinga Press in 2017.

Books by Carly Joy Miller:

Other poems on the web by Carly Joy Miller:
"Ceremonial: Heart of the Trottered Beast"
Four poems
Two poems
Two poems
Two poems
"Soul's Fable"
"Dayshift as Conduit"
"Weathered Porch"
"On Crying Wolf"
Two poems
"He Leaves Me to Run Horses"
"Letter to Body Made Breath"
"When You Find Me, Ragged, Remember"
"Ceremonial: Heart of the Trottered Beast"
"How ugly I've grown"

Carly Joy Miller's Website.

Carly Joy Miller on Twitter.

About Ceremonial:

"The current of language swept me up and carried me with seductive grace. I found myself rereading phrases, sentences, and entire poems, eager to experience again how the words were strung together. This fluid linguistic elegance seems counterintuitive, as there is something unbridled at the heart of these poems. They are peopled with spitfire girls in tune with the wilderness of their surroundings. There's an edgy magic to these characters and these verses, a fable-like quality that still captures the moxie and fire that simmers underneath female coming-of-age."
—Lauren Kane

"The poems of Ceremonial disturb in such a way as to make us entirely rethink who we are, and where. Ceremonial offers a post-apocalyptic landscape to be navigated by poems that together become a moral compass—the compass Protean, however, ever-shifting, maybe trustworthy, and maybe not. Here, to bless a thing can mean to put an axe to it; the impulse to save what's broken competes with an impulse to look indifferently away from it; the topography is one of damage—accident or what only looks, or is meant to look, like accident. And yet there is tenderness, too, and vulnerability. The poems variously revel in, regret, and feel strange compassion for the beast of desire—of restlessness—inside us all: 'Still I kiss / his jaw wild with yellow // jackets. I shepherd / too long in his furs.' Part of the power of these poems is the coolness of their sensibility, a refusal to back entirely down: 'Don't blink in disbelief,' we're told at one point, 'Kill from the chandelier with a pearl strand. Swing the lights.' I stand persuaded."
—Carl Phillips

"Carly Joy Miller's poems are wild, restless creatures. They scare me in the best way, balancing between pleasure and pain, and brokenness and wholeness, with lyricism, intelligence, and disarming composure: 'Nothing delights more / than his horns. // How they rouge me.' Reading Miller's thrilling debut, Ceremonial, I'm reminded of what happens when something breaks: there's a brightness, more facets to reflect the light."
—Maggie Smith

"Here is the poet who knows the sensual art of speaking in tongues. [...] 'To be young and lopsided in faith'—not a kind of prayer one would expect from the young poet in any age, nevermind 2018. And, yet, here it is, the surprise of discovery. The new voice which is instantly recognizable as that rarest of occurrences: the real thing."
—Ilya Kaminsky