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Anne Coray’s poems are deeply satisfying for their graceful combination of devotions, to the natural — animal/vegetable/mineral — and to the way nature resonates in us, the humans who live in a “sacred space.” She is keenly observant, sensitive without swooning, and conveys both the loveliness and the brutality of her world in a complex and disciplined language. —Rosellen Brown

Bone Strings contains some of the finest poems I have read by an Alaskan poet in recent years. They are not the poems of a city visitor, but of a resident in the truest sense, one who can speak with a deep sense of place, of life lived and remembered from day to day, season to season. The poems deserve many readers. — John Haines

Anne Coray’s poems in Bone Strings emanate with an intuitive sense of the Alaskan wilderness where she grew up. As one who is intimate with landscape, she is able to bypass the tendency to conceive wilderness as a pristine, magical presence. Instead, through her poems, she meanders the fractured line between harshness and beauty. She readily confronts the odds of survival and exposes the reader to a certain reality not only about the wilderness of nature, but also about the wilderness of self. —Katie Kingston, Poets West Review

A Measure’s  Hush (Boreal Books, 2011)
Finalist, White Pine Press

Coray is a poet who lives with wind and knows—however much the roots of things might tunnel and take hold—we will be borne off. Her new poems move through depths of elegy: the green scrub and drought of southwestern Alaska; the loss of a brother; meditations on paint and richnesses of gray, on language and everything it cannot capture. She is always attentive to the way the world resists vision. Snow falls on snow, a white bird rests in a white field, the ground “[does] not rise in greeting.” Through a radiant patience, Coray is present for those moments when something cracks and the air spills into crystal ash, the fern in the rain “breathes the silver message.” Without self-pity, and with immense trust, she shows us, sometimes quietly, how death arranges us to live. —Joanna Klink, author of Circadian

The Egyptians Had it All Wrong
(Poetry Foundation Audio)

Violet Transparent (Future Cycle Press, 2010)
Finalist, Rooster Hill Press

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In “This Close to Permanence” Anne Coray looks into a lake and thinks, “Nothing I’ve made has such beauty of fusion.” Several poems later she asks, “Is it possible, then, to reconcile division?” This, then, is the struggle of this fine poet: by way of the poem, despite lament and anger over our accelerating natural and spiritual losses—to achieve a sustaining vision of language and place that might hold for her listeners, too. Nothing, of course, is certain—”Ask the great auk about guarantees”—but poem after poem here achieves an earned stay against despair, against resignation. I’ve read Violet Transparent with admiration and gratitude. —Willliam Heyen

Violet Transparent is an exact, and exacting, map of the heart’s north country, where “the snow-graced peaks reflect/ what most of us come to know:/ the best we can have is the welcome/ of looking through.” Anne Coray knows such welcome, and in these poems she proves herself to be a fearless and inventive explorer of a land that most of us but glimpse in dream or from a great distance. Hers is “a furious faith/ in the righting of wrong.” Violet Transparent  helps us see the world aright. —Christopher Merrill

Bone Strings (Scarlet Tanager Books, 2005)
Finalist, 3rd Place, Bright Hill Press Book Competition
Finalist, Water Press and Media First Book Competition
Semi-Finalist, Winnow Press First Book Competition

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Anne Coray’s poems are deeply satisfying for their graceful combination of devotions, to the natural — animal/vegetable/mineral — and to the way nature resonates in us, the humans who live in a “sacred space.” She is keenly observant, sensitive without swooning, and conveys both the loveliness and the brutality of her world in a complex and disciplined language. —Rosellen Brown

Bone Strings contains some of the finest poems I have read by an Alaskan poet in recent years. They are not the poems of a city visitor, but of a resident in the truest sense, one who can speak with a deep sense of place, of life lived and remembered from day to day, season to season. The poems deserve many readers. — John Haines

Anne Coray’s poems in Bone Strings emanate with an intuitive sense of the Alaskan wilderness where she grew up. As one who is intimate with landscape, she is able to bypass the tendency to conceive wilderness as a pristine, magical presence. Instead, through her poems, she meanders the fractured line between harshness and beauty. She readily confronts the odds of survival and exposes the reader to a certain reality not only about the wilderness of nature, but also about the wilderness of self. —Katie Kingston, Poets West Review

Crosscurrents North (University of Alaska Press, 2008)

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Crosscurrents North is a beautiful, heart-breaking, and desperately important book. What the book says—in the measured tones of Native elders, in the wind-scoured words of Alaska’s fine writers, in the blunt speech of trappers and fishers—is this: ‘There are people who love this bountiful, bruised land. Help us defend it. For all time.’”–Kathleen Dean Moore

This book is a pleasure. It brings to life in page after page the breathtaking richness and power of life in Alaska. It is full of writing of great beauty, intelligence, and force. And it is, of course, a necessary book. —Robert Hass

If the land has the power to teach us—and I believe that it does—then Alaska is the greatest master teacher in North America and this anthology gathers the voices of some of her most eloquent students.  —Alison Hawthorne Deming

Lake Clark National Park & Preserve (Alaska Geographic, 2009)
First place in the Book Category, National Association for Interpretation Media Competition, 2010
Media and Partnership Award, Association of Partners for Public Lands (APPL), 2010

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Lake Clark National Park and Preserve is the essence of the north in one national treasure. Within its borders, wildlife and people roam over tundra, along streams and lakes, near the coast, and through vast forests—nearly all of the habitats found in Alaska. The Dena’ina Athabascan name for Lake Clark itself is Qizhjeh Vena, translating roughly “many peoples gather lake.” The Dena’ina know that this lake of rich resources, which enticed people to gather at its shores, is the nucleus, the starting point, from which grandness and diversity radiate out.

Where Water is Gold (Braided River, 2016)
by Carl Johnson

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Essay: Moving with the Seasons by Anne Coray & Steve Kahn

Combines photos, interviews, science, and prose to reveal the cultural, natural, Native, and historical richness of Bristol Bay.

Conservation in competition with development is a well-worn theme in Alaska, and nowhere is this more apparent than in the battle over Bristol Bay.

Where Water Is Gold illustrates just what is at stake through Carl Johnson’s stunning photography and informative and lyrical essays by Bill Sherwonit, Nick Jans, Steve Kahn and Anne Coray, Dave Atcheson, and Erin McKittrick.