by Bekah Steimel
as universal as love and math
as the scars of our secrets
we conjure the angels of amnesia
with a cocktail of spells
masquerading as pills
they appear just in time
always just in time
and we commandeer their wings
flying first class in clear skies
putting space and time
between us and our mummified memories
that refuse to rot
and crumble to ash
we rise when they do
strapping feathers to our wounds
until we lose altitude
and nose-dive back into reality
First appeared in The Ramingo’s Porch 2018
Four of Bekah’s poems–including the above poem–were recently published in the “Love, Spring & Revolution” issue of The Ramingo’s Porch. They also interviewed Bekah. Here is that interview.
Q~How long have you been writing?
A~My Grandparents printed and framed a couple poems I wrote in fifth grade. So, I have always been scribbling down my thoughts. But, I kept everything to myself. I met my wife, who was an English teacher at the time, thirteen years ago. I gradually began showing her all of my writing, and years later I am working on a poetry interview at 2 a.m.
Q~What do you consider to be your greatest accomplishment as a writer?
A~Honesty. I think my willingness to fix a spotlight on my struggles…to track them.. enables me to connect with readers in a really pure and gritty way.
Q~What projects of yours have been recently published?
A~Since January, I’ve begun posting interviews on my website with female-identified and non-binary poets.
Q~Where can we find your work?
A~I have links to my publishing credits on bekahsteimel.com, or you can Google me.
Q~How do you react to rejections?
A~I swipe it into a special rejection folder in my email. I never read a rejection twice.
Q~How do you react when one of your submissions is accepted for publication?
A~Celebratory casino trip
Q~What is your best piece of advice on how to stay sane as a writer?
A~I would never advise that. Writing is like some kind of padded room that it is safe to go bat shit crazy in.
Q~What is your favorite book?
A~Jeanette Winterson’s Written on the Body
Q~What makes you laugh?
A~Nothing makes me laugh harder than playing pranks on my wife. Sitting back and waiting for her reaction, trying not to laugh, is such a high for me.
Q~What makes you cry?
A~Missing my dog, Riley.
Q~What is your preferred drink while you write?
A~Up until a few weeks ago when I was diagnosed with liver damage (no, really), it was vodka and Coke. Now, it’s just Coke.