I am shook. Read this poem! Click the link below. when the blood came the nowhere voice said paint your lips red this was under the table in the blank space between sweetheart and cunt I obeyed as I always do the nowhere voice via lips by Eve Black — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
Crevice by Trina Young — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
This was a particularly haunting and compelling look at depression. An absolutely excellent read! Click the link below to see the full story. Corinne shrunk herself to bird size, just hatched. Cupped on a leaf, she floated down from a tree branch delicately. Her mind rocked back and forth, rocking the leaf back and forth.Continue reading "Crevice by Trina Young — BURNING HOUSE PRESS"
2 Poems by Adam Strauss — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
This is poetry that I don't completely understand on a logical level, but its sound and flow and rhythm make me feel like I understand something about it viscerally. Click the link to read the 2 poems! His Body Retold He abraded marble Until he reached skin, inner than Any thigh and equally muscular. HeContinue reading "2 Poems by Adam Strauss — BURNING HOUSE PRESS"
Wanderlust: Spain
I'm not entirely sure why I chose Spain as the first European country I visited, but that's where my parents and I went in the summer of 2015. It was more of a whim really, or maybe my brain though it'd be best to start somewhere where at least I speak the language (other thanContinue reading "Wanderlust: Spain"
Meagan Reads Speculative Fiction: Who Fears Death by Nnedi Okorafor
Here’s another backlist I recently read as part of a book club with my coworkers. I figured since it’s been slated for production as a television show with HBO though, it might be relevant to some media fans. Readers beware: spoilers are ahead! Also, tw: sexual assault, rape, violence. Who Fears Death by Nnedi Okorafor, 2010 Here’sContinue reading "Meagan Reads Speculative Fiction: Who Fears Death by Nnedi Okorafor"
Facing the Fall
Another steep climb over slick gray rocks, but at least that day the sun was shining. Short on breath, once again but I paid no mind as I drank it all deep. Another cliff side looking down to a fall into crashing blue waves, but this time I faced the height. With cautious steps andContinue reading "Facing the Fall"
Morning Whiskey at Red Fox Inn
I wrote this piece when I traveled to Ireland for the first time last year. Been missing it like crazy. I need to go back! It's been a busy year, and a busy month, but I wanted to make at least one contribution to National Poetry Month. One part whiskey, two parts hot brew pouredContinue reading "Morning Whiskey at Red Fox Inn"
Quick Update
Attention followers! Maybe you've already noticed, maybe you haven't. Or maybe the update hasn't completed yet so there's no way you could notice. Anyway! I took the plunge and officially have my own domain now! From here on out, my blog will no longer show up as meagankimberly.wordpress.com, but instead as just meagankimberly.com. I'm stillContinue reading "Quick Update"
From Joanna Pickering through BHP
What an absolutely talented writer. The language is just so beautiful, which just adds to the devastation of the story. Seriously, do not miss out on this one! Marrakesh, Old Town Everyone seemed to have rotten, black, and missing front teeth. They were friendly and kept smiling and that’s how I saw they mostly hadContinue reading "From Joanna Pickering through BHP"