The Family Stories
January 27th, 2023 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
I asked that one time, was it just too much
About Carla Rachel Sameth
Carla Rachel Sameth
Carla Rachel Sameth is the Co-Poet Laureate for Altadena, CA 2022-2024. Her chapbook, What Is Left was published December 2021 with dancing girl press. Carla’s debut memoir, One Day on the Gold Line, originally published in 2019, was reissued by Golden Foothills Press in 2022. Her full-length poetry collection will be published by Nymeria Press November 2023. Her writing on blended/unblended, queer, multiracial and single parent families appears in a variety of publications. Carla’s work has been selected three times as Notable Essays of the Year in Best American Essays. Her story “Graduation Day at Addiction High,” which originally appeared in Narratively, was also selected for Longread’s “Five Stories on Addiction.” A Pasadena Rose Poet, a West Hollywood Pride Poet, and a former PEN Teaching Artist, Carla teaches creative writing to high school and university students and has taught incarcerated youth. https://carlasameth.com/
Author Archives: Carla Rachel Sameth
This is What I Want You to Know
July 2nd, 2021 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
You will be asked again, “Are you sure you want to do this?” by the nurse or doctor.
Social Distance
November 19th, 2020 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
Consistency was never my forte. My son, Raphael, comes to visit one morning and after eating, our masks are still removed, still
Pandemic poetry: Carla Sameth on pacing and practicing the trumpet
September 17th, 2020 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
I read the warning label: Watch out for signs of Virus Fatigue like drinking alone early in the day and cutting everything up in your house to make masks though you’ll never leave the house again
Mother’s Day Triptych
May 24th, 2019 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
I long for something that will somehow bind the three of us together, me, my wife, and my son. They seem to be less attached to the idea
Spinning
March 28th, 2019 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
She has begun to spin. Thirty minutes on the bike, thirty minutes on the weight circuit, trying to follow along.
Why do good t-shirts have to die?
January 14th, 2019 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
I read past my bedtime is what this t-shirt says, and the collar is beginning to tear. Over time, almost
Things That Happened as My Black Son Got Older
November 13th, 2017 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
1. 1995: Do I really think about what it means: “One in three or one in four Black men will
HEARTBEAT
March 20th, 2017 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
After almost four years of trying to become a mother and three miscarriages, I was pregnant again. I had reached
“Donor X”: CARLA RACHEL SAMETH on the Search for Sperm
April 18th, 2016 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
The first time I set out to have a baby solo, before I decided to try it with the person
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