Sorry it’s been a bit quiet here – I’ve been working away trying to use this quarantine for all the hours I can. But good news! I’ve recently had five poems accepted for publication by Maudlin House, Mineral Literary Magazine, Nymphs Publications and Lunate Magazine. These poems should be going live sporadically over the next month or two. I’ll be sharing them @rebekahmiron over on Twitter when the time comes, so please do take a look! I’ve also got a poem coming later this year in an anthology from The Emma Press, which I’m very excited for. Hopefully more news to come soon!
I’m so proud to have a poem published with Rattle – their poets respond series is one I’ve been reading for years, not to mention that Rattle pays its authors for each contribution. But I’m especially proud because the poem they chose, is one that I felt really passionate about. I’ll copy the link here (which also has an audio recording) and paste my comment on the subject matter below:
In a world where you can be anything, be kind,’ wrote Caroline Flack on social media last December. On Saturday, we learned the much-loved British presenter had taken her own life. While there’s never a simple explanation for this kind of tragedy, it’s clear the British tabloids played no small part. Flack was tormented and harassed during a mental health crisis.
An online petition calling for a law that would prevent newspapers from ‘sharing private information that is detrimental to a celebrity, their mental health and those around them,’ has quickly gained over 400,000 signatures. Politicians have also lined up to criticise the tabloids, as well as hate-fueled social media commentators. This comes just weeks after Meghan Markle and Prince Harry threatened legal action against several British tabloids.
I felt so sad and shocked when I heard the news about Caroline Flack. I wanted to write something in response, to address the vicious gossip-mongers who tear women in the media to shreds. Some shame-faced tabloids have even been deleting cruel articles in the wake of Flack’s death. But I also felt I had to acknowledge something about gossip in general, because there’s no supply without demand. We have to turn away from the tabloids, ignore the clickbait, we can’t believe everything we read in the papers. When we consume this fakery, we become part of the problem too.
Update: I forgot to edit this post, but I was so happy to win first place in this prize last year. I hear the poetry reading on my behalf was extremely good and I’m so glad to have been involved in some way.
Thrilled to have my poem – The Red Moon – shortlisted for the Sir Philip Sidney Poetry Prize! The winner will be announced this weekend at the Poetry and Ploughman’s lunch at Penshurst Festival. Unfortunately I’m not able to attend, but a lovely volunteer will be reading my poem on my behalf. If you’re local (or not!) make sure you visit the festival for fun, books, music, comedy and more.
This news is a little bit overdue but! – one of my poems was recently accepted by The Emma Press for their Illness Anthology edited by Amy Mackelden and Dylan Jaggard. By this time next year, I’ll have a poem printed in an actual book (!) that will be in bookshops and available online! I’ll post updates as they come in, but thank you to those who’ve already gotten in touch via Twitter. I’m very excited and grateful for all the support. More news to come soon!
Published for World Suicide Prevention Day.
You were in the woods, and
had I been home, I would have
known how to find you. How
to pick the moss from your hair,
and make fun of the moon always
following us there, following you.
Little beast with a hook through your cheek.
Even after they took you away, scruffy
and white, the fight folded small in your
chest, I confess I still went looking for you.
I told the wild things you’d gone home.
I’m so grateful to The American Poetry Journal for including my poem ‘Dinner in Zürich’ in their December issue. The experience I had submitting to this journal was unlike any I’ve had before. The editors were exceptional – supportive, creative, organised, and they really champion their authors. After sending in my poem, we worked together to make sure it was the best it could be before publishing. I’d like to thank Theresa Senato Edwards and Carolee Bennett for their feedback. It’s a rare thing and a valuable resource, to find a journal prepared to dedicate time to helping writers develop. If you’re looking for somewhere that is both friendly and professional to send your work, I’d recommend you take a look at this journal. You can find the current issue and my poem here.
Originally published by The Cadaverine.
I can’t steady your hand, nor
graze the frayed edges of your
midnight madness. I can’t wake
you from dreaming or call a cease-
fire, deliver your letters nor live in your
shaken daylight. In the mornings,
you tremble for dawn like you’ve
caught fire at the windowsill. Your
tongue moves maroon & the words won’t
s y n t h e s i s e; tiny fish in tide,
each time I’ve tried to try to try to try
and talk out loud for both of us – I never do.
Instead, I recognise your grief speak
in the empty shapes my mouth makes
always trying its best to articulate –
you have taught me a silent kind of terror.
I’m so grateful to Ruminate magazine for considering my creative non-fiction work ‘Five Migraines’ for the VanderMey Non-fiction Prize. The piece was a collection of memories about pain, migraines in particular, written in prose poetry. It was quite a tough thing to write so when I learned it was selected in February as a semi-finalist, I was quite moved. I’d recommend this magazine and their prize submissions greatly – the Editors were very kind and informative throughout the process.
For more information or to submit: https://twitter.com/RuminateMag