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One poem by Caroline Fairey Meese

  • Apr 29, 2024
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Updated: May 17, 2024





Caroline Fairey Meese edits composition and literature textbooks at W. W. Norton. Her poetry and prose can be found in storySouth, Jellyfish Review, Cardiff Review, and Noble / Gas Qtrly, among other publications. Her chapbook LOWERCOUNTRY was selected by Monica Brashers as the winner of the elsewhere chapbook prize and will be published in 2025. She has served as a prose editor at the Adroit Journal, a fiction reader at Ploughshares, a manuscript reader for Hub City Press and Lanternfish Press, and a workshop leader at 826michigan. She lives in Queens with her husband, though they also call South Carolina home.

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