Spokane's Poet Laureate
Mery Noel
Mery’s poetry stands out for its profound emotional depth, vivid imagery, and fearless exploration of the human experience.
She actively leads workshops to inspire others, particularly those in underserved communities, to see themselves as creators and storytellers.
She is a devoted mother of five who works tirelessly to spread love and positivity to all those around her through writing and personal connection.
2025 Get Lit! Festival
Spokane, WA
Gratitude to Spokane and the Get Lit! Arts Festival for the warmth, the words, and the generous spirit of every room. It was a joy to share space with so many thoughtful readers, writers, and dreamers. Thank you for listening, for showing up, and for reminding me why stories matter.
– Mery
Happy Get Lit! Festival 2025
Spokane's Mayor Lisa Brown & Katie Larson of Art Salvage Meeting Our Community
Sharing my work with the fine people of Spokane at the 2025 Get Lit! Festival
I had the honor of meeting THE Maggie Smith at her workshop. It was AMAZING.
“I am so excited to be partnering with Airway Heights Correctional Facility to provide an 8 week poetry workshop for incarcerated inmates in honor of National Poetry Month.
I’m humbly grateful for this opportunity to share my art and inspiration with a new demographic of our community”
NEW WORK LIVE NOW!
Read “Speedo Spell” in the “Lilac City Local” Now!
Press & Published Works
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Trestle Creek Review 2025 Pushcart Prize nominee- “Genesis 2:4 and then God Rested from all the Work He Had Done”
Published in the anthology “Listen to Your Mother: What She Said Then, What We’re Saying Now” (2015) - “The Upside to Down”
Mery released and sold-out her own chapbook “Breadcrumbs” in 2021
Published in the anthology “Pivot and Pause”
Featured artist in “Pictures of Poets” in 2023
Now booking for workshops and speaking events //
“Poetry gave me a way back to myself. And I am hoping to help others find their way home, too.”
I really do believe in the power of words. I have had a profound experience with allowing poetry to transform my heartache into joy.
It’s coming; The grief. The hurt. The belly laugh. All of it on the way for us.
I’m just trying not to miss it.