Here at VoiceCatcher, we are thrilled to have a team of creative and passionate editors who allow us to share the powerful voices of our writers and poets. We would like for you to get to know us a little bit better—what we do, where we come from, and what we’re excited about!
This week, we meet managing editor Bridget Carrick, a designer with a newfound love of Virginia Woolf, and poetry editor Carolyn Adams, a prolific poet who can’t understand the magic of swimming.
Managing Editor: Bridget Carrick
Bridget Carrick is a freelance editor, proofreader, and designer from Portland, Oregon. She previously worked as a writer, content marketer, and writing teacher—she’s always trying to find new ways to enjoy working with words. After earning her master’s of science degree in book publishing at Portland State University, she devoted her time to helping nonfiction authors and memoirists polish their work to perfection. She lives with her partner and their three-legged cat, Puck (from the play, not the rink). Find her at bridgetcarrick.com.
What is the next thing on your to-buy list?
I always have a to-buy list ebbing and flowing, some things practical, some less so. A couple of fun purchases are actually clothes, which is unusual for me: A t-shirt with Virginia Woolf on it that says “Thinking is my fighting”—the more of her books I read, the more I fall in love with her. And a pair of linen overalls. I have spent the past decades in skinny jeans and form-fitting shirts, and now I just want to be a comfortable, shapeless thing.
What is your favorite word and why?
While it’s not strictly my favorite word, I love that the word amateur comes from “amator,” Latin for “lover.” I like the idea of doing something for love first, then whatever else may follow.
What is the next skill that you’d like to learn really well?
I would love to learn another language, enough to possibly live in a place where they speak it. Maybe French, Japanese, German, Spanish. Who knows. I’m starting to limit myself less, so who knows where I’ll go.
Poetry Editor: Carolyn Adams
While living in Houston, Texas, Carolyn Adams was active in the art and literary communities of Houston, Austin, and other parts of Texas since the 1980s, coordinating and performing in numerous readings, festivals, and literary events. In 2013, she was a finalist for Houston Poet Laureate. Upon her move to Beaverton, Oregon, in 2017, she has connected with poets in her new home and continues her involvement in the local scene. Her poetry, art, and photography have appeared in Willawaw, Steam Ticket, Bryant Literary Review, The Weight of Addition: An Anthology of Texas Poetry, Common Ground Review, Beatnik Cowboy, Kansas City Voices, San Pedro River Review, and Cimarron Review, among others. She has assisted in editing and publishing the poetry journals Curbside Review, Ardent, Lily Literary Review, and Mad Hatters Review and is currently a staff editor for Mojave River Review and a poetry editor for VoiceCatcher. She is the author of four chapbooks: Beautiful Strangers (Lily Press, 2006); art e-chapbook, What Do you See? (Right Hand Pointing, 2007); An Ocean of Names (Red Shoe Press, 2011); and The Things You’ve Left Behind (Red Shoe Press, 2016, available at Amazon.com). A Pushcart nominee, her work has also been nominated for Best of the Net.
What were you like in high school?
In high school, I was a member of a large group of diverse friends. I was a contemplative poet mixed in with football players, musicians, ROTC “cadets,” history and science nerds, cheerleaders, and math geeks. I finally felt accepted and valued for being myself, after the bullying hell I went through in junior high school. Most of my high school friends weren’t from my junior high, so I was able to make a fresh cultural start in high school. I made average grades, graduated about the middle of my class, and made lifelong friends. I’m still in close touch with some of those friends, even though we’re scattered around the country now.
What will never make sense to you?
Swimming just doesn’t make sense to me. I know lots of people can do it, and I made certain my kids could swim. When I was a kid, my mom taught me to tread water and to dog paddle, but I couldn’t conquer propelling myself without almost drowning. How do you move yourself in water without sinking? I sink. There must be some mystical magic at work.
What is your favorite word and why?
I like the word boats. The b is softly plosive, then the o vowel rounds out the lip movement, and the t closes everything off and leads into the final sibilant s. Even if you shout the word, it sounds soft. Plus, the idea of buoyant (white) boats floating on (blue) water is a restful image to me.