About

Carolyn Hunter is a singer, songwriter, and poet. She has published two collections of poetry, Photographic Memory Camera and After Rain. After a decade of touring in the indie, folk and pop music scenes, Hunter now spends her days writing and rediscovering the world through motherhood. She lives in Paonia, Colorado with her husband, son, and dog.

"Felt Like Love" is a beautiful song, performed by a really sweet and emotional voice. The song has a great instrumental work, with an enveloping sound, creating a captivating musical environment.

β€” Sofia, CAOBA RECORDS

β€œVery soothing and dreamy atmosphere”

β€” Namaiki, NIGHTCORE

β€œAbsolutely love the vibe. The vocal delivery is freaking catchy, and fits perfectly with the warm production. This is fresh and airy, love the way it's managed, this is super cool.”

β€” KHEMIS, ROSENFIELD

β€œSuper endearing and radio friendly vocals"

β€” LEMON FRESH MUSIC

Follow the Journey.

Poetry, carols, & nugget wrangling! It felt so good to sing out into the sky again. To dust off some carols and be a part of a bustling market of holiday shoppers, families, little kiddos wearing tights and top buns as they walk out of the theat
If you’re looking for a great gift for a loved one this season, I am specially wrapping 🎁, signing, ✍️and sending out πŸ’Œ my illustrated poetry books over the next few weeks! Just shoot me a venmo @ carolyn-nicely-hunter (Suggested donations $1
It happened! 🎊 🌈 After Rain can be found in the poetry section of @boulderbookstore πŸ₯³πŸ₯ΉπŸ™!!!!!!! When I was younger my family and I took a southwest trip all the way from Virginia and passed through Boulder for a day. I remember watching for the
It feels difficult to post anything right now with the hurricanes that are barreling my home coast. But… there are helpers everywhere. Here is a special place working to slow, spread and sink rainwater and spring runoff (snow melt) through i
First day of October. The wind at night speaks of the lifting of the veil. The speckled yellow leaves pull at my heartstrings. I want to soar back to 1996 AND at the same time, no where is more perfect than here and now. How is it possible? That we t
Did you know the name of this flower is “love in a mist”? I didn’t. And it’s on the cover of After Rain. @jssiegrl (the designer) and I simply liked how the flower appeared as a spider on the cobweb. We were wanting to add a w
My baby has a fever that he’s fighting off today. He is laying across my lap at this moment, sleeping as I write this. It’s making me think about the two philosophies of fighting the fever. One) Support the fever. Give your child warm ba
After Rain is here. πŸŽ‰ 🌈 πŸ•ΈοΈThis book is a true labor of love, illustrated throughout by Jessica Bernstein @jssiegrl A meditation on love, marriage, isolation, pregnancy, and motherhood. Portal crossings, nostalgia, memory keeping, and the stark be
We have been camping near this gorgeous aspen grove for years. This land has been calling to us with its magic, and peace, wildness, fruiting trees, and inspiring people that live off the land and in community with one another. And now… we liv
Spring Break πŸŒŠπŸ¦€πŸ₯ Hemingway is 16mos. He loves birds, airplanes, dogs, music, firetrucks, and giving hugs and kisses. I love being a mama. And sometimes I even get to sleep now. πŸ˜‚ Miss you all! #lovensb
Staring out at the leaves still barely hanging on, snow coming down in soft wisps, I think to myself… What am I supposed to do with this baby all alone on a snowy day like today? π˜”π˜°π˜΅π˜©π˜¦π˜³. Mother? π˜”π˜°π˜΅π˜©π˜¦π˜³. What do you mean mothe
FELL THE GROVES altars were assembled in sacred groves where none dare fell a tree ancient pagan temples erected on hilltops under starlit skies near sacred springs and holy meadows closest to God and Goddess sun and moon and stars until the
GOOD MOTHER Through the window of morning, the round height of your forehead lights up, a pale autumn lantern above the shadow of yesterday. This softest part of you that squeezed through me and unto earth, where bones have not yet set, beats s
HUNGRY MUMMY You are my sweet baby And I am a hungry mummy You are so squishhhyyy (squish squish squish) You are so yummy (yum yum yum) I want to mmm nomm nomm you I want to tickle your tummy Tickle tickle tickle You are so funny!
One time when I was really pregnant, I was taking a bath and I fantasized about pretending to be dead, and having my husband find me dead, pregnant in the bathtub. I fantasized about him falling to his knees, sobbing, devastated to lose everything.
I love how you shove food in your mouth with the back of your hand. How you are scared of goats. How you pull at your ear when you nurse and laugh every time I eat your toes. I love how you grab anything I put in my hands. How you sit. How you
#day11 #octoberwinds #fallpoetry #mothernature
My body rises at dawn, a soft, broken, saddened thing. A hundred unfinished poems, a lingering argument, a teething child, an aging dog. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸π˜ͺ𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘒𝘨𝘒π˜ͺ𝘯? I wander down the road of the mother and come to the daily c
Happy October everyone! πŸ§‘πŸ‚ I’ve been mostly off social media for about a year now and it feels exciting to be back! To see what everyone is up to and to dive into my annual poetry challenge, which this year I have transformed into a short sto

Audio Books narrations

Background Vocal Work

Poetry