This is just a quick note to say that my second poetry collection, Fleeting Ink, is currently free on Kindle. This should be worldwide (I checked US and UK and they’re both showing up as free, but I don’t know about other Amazons), so wherever you are, if you’ve been wondering about reading some of my poetry, now’s the time to do it.
I haven’t written poetry in a long time. I haven’t written any all year, as far as I can remember, and I wrote very little last year. It’s hard to believe that in 2014 I’d written enough to publish three poetry collections, and that I planned at the time to publish more. I don’t know if I’ll ever go back to poetry, or if my brain has shifted onto a prose-only track (possibly it’s fallen off the tracks altogether), but in the meantime these collections remain.
You can find Fleeting Ink on Amazon by clicking here (it should automatically take you to the right version of the site for your country). And just a reminder that you can see all my other books under the ‘Books’ tab on this blog.
It’s funny, though, how much has changed since I wrote these collections. I noticed it when I looked Fleeting Ink up on Amazon and caught sight of the bio I’d written for myself, which of course uses the wrong pronouns. There was something deeply jarring about seeing my own words referring to myself as ‘she’ and ‘her’ — even though it’s only recently that I’ve been publicly using they/them. My first thought was that I should edit it, and then I hesitated.
These collections are very much a product of the period in my life when I wrote them, Broken Body Fragile Heart especially. I wrote BBFH when I was first going through my gender-related identity crisis, back in the summer of 2014. There are poems in there that deal with it directly, as well as with a bunch of other deeply personal issues. At the time, I was scared and deeply, deeply closeted, so poetry was the only place where I felt safe to publicly express these feelings. I could hide it and pretend it was a metaphor because that was easier than saying it out loud. Those poems probably only exist because I was closeted and didn’t have any other way to talk about it.
Updating my bio to use they/them pronouns wouldn’t really be enough; I’d have to write an additional preface to BBFH and explain what had changed since those first tentative explorations of my gender identity. I don’t think my 2014 self could imagine coming out the way I did earlier this year. It would have been unthinkable. Instead I hid all my feelings in poetry — there for anyone to see, but only if they looked.
Maybe I’ll update the bios when I eventually settle on a professional name to use, since I’ll have to redo all the covers if I stop using Miriam Joy and that would be a good time to update things. For now, I’m leaving it be, because sure, it’s not an accurate representation of me right now, but neither are the poems, because they’re a product of me then.
So, anyway. This was meant to just be a brief note to say that you can pick up the collection for free, but ended up in gender-related rambling. Pretty standard for this blog, to be honest.
I hope a few people will consider downloading Fleeting Ink between now and Tuesday (or whenever it goes back to being not-free, these things are mysterious to me). For those who haven’t known me very long, maybe it’ll be a chance to catch a glimpse of my younger self — though to be honest, this is probably the least personal of the three collections. I don’t know. I’ll stop rambling now.
tl;dr FREE POETRY WOO