person Charlotte Hamrick, one poem

Charlotte Hamrick’s poetry, prose, and photography has been published in numerous online and print journals including Foliate Oak, MORIA, Pithead Chapel, and The Rumpus. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee and was a Finalist for the 15th Glass Woman Prize for her Creative Non-Fiction. She is Creative Nonfiction Editor for Barren Magazine and lives in New Orleans with her husband and a menagerie of rescued pets.


Call and Response

After-life is waiting, treading water.
Hovering there beyond the sun as I sit
in my bones and pull blankets over
my head. Church bells count the hours
until there is no more weaving of fine wool
or forging of metal.

Euterpe plays her flute while I hold
my breath in preparation,
water rising,
singing to the crescent moon.
Might I save my grandmother’s letters,
my sister’s photos,
save them
from the muddy river bottom?

I am standing on the levee, bare feet
in soft sand, holding a lantern, looking
for lost souls and lost ships.
On the other bank, an answering light.
This is where I decide.



person Charlotte Hamrick, three poems

Charlotte Hamrick lives in New Orleans with her husband and a menagerie of rescued pets. Her poetry and prose has been published in numerous online and print journals, most recently in Muddy River Poetry Review, Flash Frontier, The Rumpus, and Literary Orphans. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee and a finalist for the 15th Glass Woman Prize.


Sun and Stone

Kick against the sun,
the great generator,
its spangles and chains.

Belly into dusk.
The silence.
The still air.
The curve of trance.

Let your shadow shimmy
over the floor
of the deep end.

Like Jimi plucking steel strings
with his teeth and spitting out



In the waning afternoon
a body settles into
its burrow of bone
and fat as married
as life and air.
In a shallow space just below
the surface
lazy-lidded eyes skim the world
and dust motes fly
in slanted light.


Lonely Magnificent

Cold food:
Salmon, partridge, pheasant
almost anything in aspic

Hot Food:
Guards of honor (rack of lamb)
always lobster

Before I read books I read menus
Order and eat, nothing else

Perfection might buy love
Champagne and smoked salmon
Dried hibiscus blossoms
enhance the moment

Eye for the crown but
the gullotine’s in sight,
giver and taker away
Learn to be silent,
craft an exit strategy

Joyous creature,
all artists are lonely


author’s note, Lonely Magnificent: Found poem source: “Jeremiah Tower: The Last Magnificent” ( on Parts Unknown, an homage to America’s first celebrity chef. The text of the poem quotes from the documentary with minor changes.