When Carey is not writing about homelessness, she teaches her girls traditional Native American skills such as foraging for wild edibles, beadwork, leatherwork and wilderness survival.

Carey was born and raised in Seattle, Washington where she currently resides.

"If living life is nothing more than accumulating memories, then perhaps we should be making memories worth living. When all is said and done, memories are the only things we truly own and the only legacy we leave behind."

Carey is urrently writing a series of books based on Native American Mythical beings.

We Are Visible

by Carey Fuller

Monday, December 13, 2010 12:56am

Sometimes the beauty inside us

Becomes a twisted fatality

Blending hearts and minds into

Swirling blurs of lost identities

Fighting the good fight doesn’t mean

Losing your sight or your way

Just means while on the ground

You have time to look around

See us now or later doesn’t matter which

We are not what you think or thought

Too many of us existing

Only to subsist

In the wake of scarce necessities

The bystander can no longer afford

To look away from the tidal wave

Of untold poverty

Do-gooders beware of Loud Mouth’s wrath

The one who says he’s not so nice

Championing the homeless voice

By the name of Mark Horvath

When it comes to sandwiches and gospels

We’ve been stuffed till full

Thanks to hardly normal efforts

We Are Visible