Issue 1

feat. my most recent poetry & hive poem #3

I’m Megan, the writer of this thing. If we haven’t met, here’s a little about me:

  • My pronouns are she/her

  • I’m 27 years old and live in the Pacific Northwest

  • I’m a freelance book & ebook designer with an MA in Book Publishing and a BA in Creative Writing

  • I’ve been a writer for as long as I can remember, but primarily love to write poetry and genre fiction (particularly science-fiction & New Weird)

  • I’m currently writing a horror novel about a haunted smarthome

  • Like all poets, I’m in love with coffee, buying notebooks, and the moon

But enough about me. Here’s what I’ve been working on this week:

POETRY


to begin

In my younger 

vulnerable years 

turning over 

in my mind

you feel like criticizing anyone,

all the people in this world.

In consequence, 

a habit opened up,

made me and mind

a bore, abnormal,

quick to detach itself: 

this secret grief 

of wild unknown

frequently I feigned sleep.

or a hostile levity.


housecat

I sit in the window. I see nothing and

nowhere. but each roof is a bridge that

creatures cross en route to the backyard.

They open up nests, rip nails from their paws,

soak their teeth with feathers in the light

of the great orbs. I sit in the window, the

kaleidoscope through the pane a vehicle

of my evergreen longing, to be with my

sisters, wet with blood, howling and ringing—

but I sit here, still in the sill in the window.


“to begin” is the first poem in a collection I’m currently working on, The Poetic Gatsby, where I turn each chapter of The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald into lyrical poems.

“housecat” is hive poem #3 and features words submitted by @ghostnettle, @makemeasweater, @adventures.with.alia on Instagram

about hive poems

I originally called them “collective poems,” to denote that they were written collectively with my followers (& you can check out my first two here and here). “Hive” seems to fit better than “collective”, while still conveying the sense that they were written with the help of other little poetry bees.

Want to submit some words for me to use in a future poem? Follow me on Instagram and watch my stories to see when I make a call-out for words. Or alternatively, you can comment on my latest newsletter or email me suggestions for words, forms of poems (like haiku, couplets, sonnet), and even themes or images.

Want to make your own?

Here’s your word bank:

NEST | NAILS | ORBS | VEHICLE | NOWHERE | LIGHTS | ROUTE | WINDOW | KALEIDOSCOPE


VICTORIA CHANG’S OBIT

I’ve been participating in #NewYearSlowRead on Twitter, where every day I read one page from a poetry book and share a line that I love from the piece. One of the books I got as a Christmas gift this year was Victoria Chang’s OBIT, which is a collection of poems stylized to look like obituaries in a newspaper. Here is a piece that resonated with me this week, titled “Language”:

You can purchase Victoria Chang’s OBIT for $17 on Indiebound or Bookshop, and even hear Victoria read one of her poems from the collection.


final thoughts

I hope you’ll join me weekly in my attempt to keep writing and painting, despite all else happening in the world. I frequently post poems-in-progress on instagram, as well as my thoughts on social justice, capitalism, and the literary world on twitter. Let’s hang out virtually and talk books, poems, and bees!

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Megan