A foggy mountain valley, with trees ascending the right side, as a pale covered bridge vanishes into the mist. Likely in the Alps.
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Fall Writing Frenzy 2025: “Forewarning”

It’s that time of year again! All the fun kidlit contests are swinging back into season, starting with the marvelous Fall Writing Frenzy.

This year’s donor list is full of amazing authors, illlustrators, editors, and agents, so definitely swing by to check them out as well as the rest of the entries. My entry, clocking in at exactly the maximum 200 words, is below, inspired by the following image:

Credit: Pexels via Eberhard Grossgasteiger

Forewarning
by Meg Winikates

Beware where you wander on a foggy fall day
when there’s no hint of wind but the branches still sway,
where time stretches strangely and your watch makes no sense:
there’s no morning or evening, just a long present tense.
Where a tune through the trees seems to beckon you on,
towards a glow that’s not moonlight nor starlight nor dawn.
If you cross the pale bridge in the shimmering mist,
the land feels familiar with an uncanny twist.
If you follow the whispers of the pine-needled trail
you might find a mystery, a garden, a grail.
If instead you try tracking the dragon’s wingbeat,
you’ll need all your courage, so stand firm on your feet.
If you dance with the Fair Ones, don’t forget how to breathe–
to remember you’re mortal is the passport to leave.
Close your eyes, take a step, and believe you can fly—
in a blink you’ll be back under homelier skies.
When you’re home safe and sound, getting warm by the fire,
you may find your heart filled by a fog-born desire—
for a toll must be paid when you cross that pale span—
and you’ll never quite be the same you that began.

Updates

Newly published poem: “Tanager’s Cantrip”

I am absolutely delighted that my poem “Tanager’s Cantrip” was selected as editor’s choice for the April ekphrastic challenge over at Rattle literary magazine. My little magic spell of woodland birds and dappled light is on the front page today, and will shortly be listed in the archives of the ekphrastic challenge for future reading. I’m very grateful to both the editors and the artist; I loved Stephanie Trenchard‘s painting as soon as I saw it. I also really enjoyed the artist’s choice of poem as well, so I recommend that you check that one out when the two April winners are up in the archive!

A small songbird sits on a branch which rises diagonally across the image from left corner to right. The bird is a saffron-crowned tanager, with a bright yellow head with black mask around its eye, bright blue feathers on its breast and belly, and black and yellow striped feathers on its wings. The background is a blur of green suggesting leaves.
Saffron-crowned Tanager (Tangara xanthocephala), used with a creative commons license, source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Saffron-crowned_Tanager_(Tangara_xanthocephala)_(cropped).jpg

What the series editor, Megan O’Reilly said about my poem:

“I was moved by ‘Tanager’s Cantrip’ before I even looked up the word “cantrip,” but when I read the definition–‘a magical spell’—I had a moment of ‘ah, of course.’ With its alliterative, chanting rhymes, this poem is an incantation, a blaze of magic language to match the visual magic of Stephanie Trenchard’s painting. The light, color, and movement in the image all contribute to its air of enchantment, and yet the figure of the girl is motionless and beige—an artistic choice that seems to lend credence to the poet’s use of the word still in ‘magic lives within you still.’ The girl in the painting, one could speculate, struggles to connect with the beauty around her. The last line of ‘Tanager’s Cantrip,’ seems to remind her that, despite this perceived separateness, she is where she belongs.”

Yellow caution tape in close up crosses diagonally from lower left to upper right over a blurry dark background of rubble or asphalt
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Poem: Afterwords

They say poetry is a form of protest, and certainly it is good to feel like sometimes one’s words can pack a punch. I wrote this poem originally inspired by Rattle’s ekphrastic challenge for September of 2024, using this image by artist Barbara Gordon. I thought I was angry then, and I’m angrier now. So I’m sharing a poem, and asking you to contact the people who have power over the things you care about. Maybe that’s at the federal level, but maybe it’s your state or local government, your school committee, your library trustees. Make sure they know you’re paying attention.

Close-up photograph of caution tape over a dark background of asphalt, used under creative commons license. Photo by Tewy, https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Caution_Tape.jpg

Afterwords
by Meg Winikates, September 2024

CAUTION — DANGER — DO NOT CROSS —
Barricades and barrels,
flashing lights and flaring eyes.
They tried to lock us out.
They tried to box us in. 
But the people are the books
are the ideas are the will to be
free. 
And the library stayed open.
And the books flew off the shelves.
And the only words left 
unread
flutter yellow in the wind
like the cowardice
that strung them.

Caution.

Danger.

Do 
Not 
Cross
the librarians.

Updates

2024 Writer’s Round Up

It’s been a year, hasn’t it? I have two small children (getting less small by the day!) and looking back at pictures from the beginning of 2024 just has me stunned by how much can and does happen in a year, how much growth can occur, and how much it’s worth taking some time to appreciate it all as the year turns. So here’s a brief roundup on writing things I accomplished in the last year.

By The Numbers

  • 13 new works written and completed to the point of submission this year (with a few other partials or nearly-ready)
  • 45 works submitted for potential publication or entered in contests and pitch events
  • 30 rejections or passes, though several invited me to send other work, and one held a submission for a few extra months for further consideration before finally passing.
  • 4 still out waiting for responses
  • 1 acceptance
  • 1 Picture Book Conference attended
  • 1 Published (or soon to be) work

Contests and Events I Participated in:

  • #SkyPitch (I got one agent “like” on a pitch and made my first agent query)

I’m not quite done for the year yet, one or two more projects to finish in the next few days, but I can look back and say I’m really pleased with my writing year. Here’s to more good words in 2025, and good wishes to you all!

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Who Stole Santa’s Boot? (Contest Entry)

In amidst the addressing of Christmas cards, the list making, and tree decorating, it’s also the time for Susanna Leonard Hill’s Holiday Writing Contest!

Image from Susanna Hill’s contest page, see link above

The guidelines are that it must relate to any winter holiday, be a mystery, and no longer than 250 words (not including title). I was extremely honored to get an all-around honorable mention in the Halloweensie contest for Baby Goblin at the Halloween Ball, and am happy to present to you my tiny Christmas mystery, Who Stole Santa’s Boot?

An arctic fox in winter, all white, standing in the snow in front of a thicket of winter twigs. Emma, CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Who Stole Santa’s Boot?
By Meg Winikates (250 words)

This is the kitchen, smelling great,
where cookies slide right off the plate.
A chocolate boot-print on the floor—
and Mrs. Claus points to the door.

This is the spot beside the sleigh
where Santa tucks his boots away.
He turns to put his slippers on—
but suddenly, one boot is gone!

This is the fox who nabs the shoe
for playful kits to gnaw and chew.

This is the stoat who shocks the fox
(while Santa wanders in his socks)
and drags the boot along the ground,
delighted by this thing he’s found.

This is the owl that spooks the stoat,
who hides below as white wings float.
The owl swoops, the boot falls down,
and crashes into tunnel town!

These are the lemmings that scoot and swarm
into the boot, so safe and warm.

(This is St. Nick with chilly toes,
his glasses balanced on his nose,
requesting acrobatic elves
to search the closets, climb the shelves!)

This is the hare with legs so strong,
a boot hat on his ears so long,
leaping across a frozen brook—
(Where else can Santa think to look?)

This is the wise old caribou
who gently bends to sniff the shoe;
with boot between her teeth, she clops,
and near the stable-door it drops,
ready for Santa to retrieve—
barely in time for Christmas Eve!

“So where do you suppose it’s been?”
asks Mrs. Claus, and Santa grins.
“My dear, we must admit defeat,
and just rejoice they’re on my feet!”

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Halloweensie Contest: Baby Goblin at the Halloween Ball

Today’s the start of the Halloweensie contest run by author Susanna Leonard Hill, and this year’s challenge was to write no more than 100 words (not including the title) using the three prompt words: goblin, tiptoe, and chill. There’s lots of fun stories up already, and I encourage you to go check them out. Here’s my entry:

A girl with curly red hair, seen in profile, wearing a sparkly black and gold dress and black witch hat, carrying a small pumpkin shaped bucket with plants inside.
Photo by Paige Cody on Unsplash

Baby Goblin at the Halloween Ball
by Meg Winikates (100 words)

Baby Goblin on tiptoe,
sneaking where she shouldn’t go—
Grown-up goblins celebrate,
Halloween Ball starting late.

Ghosties twirling, goblins bounce,
Werewolves whirling, black cats pounce.
Baby Goblin, heaving sighs,
knows that boogying’s unwise:
squishing’s likely, being small.
Baby Goblin hugs the wall.

Cider simmers in a pot,
sweetly spicy, piping hot!
Tempting taste relieves the chill—
Trembling fingers almost spill…
Uh-oh! Slipping! Tipping! Crash!
Baby Goblin makes a splash.

Many fingers point her way—
Mama Goblin saves the day.
“Someone should be safe abed,
but tonight, let’s dance instead.”
Tucked in Mama’s arms, she spins;
Baby Goblin grins and grins.

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To Slice The Sky

A year ago, right around now, a friend of mine died tragically and unexpectedly. He was a gentle, lanky, funny person, who loved haiku, photography, and martial arts, which he whimsically referred to as ‘slicing the sky with a stick.’ (And cutting the occasional pumpkin with a sword, especially this time of year.) The skies around town have been showing off particularly well this week–I like to think that they’re turning out some autumnal best in honor of his memory as well.

Orange and green leaves on a maple tree glow in full afternoon sunlight against a clear blue sky. Photo by me, October 2024

Autumn winds whip trees,
dropping twigs, leaves, and one stick
perfect to slice the sky.

by Meg Winikates, in memory of Brad L.

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Fall Writing Frenzy: The Patchwork Pumpkin Patch

It’s that time of year again! I’m participating in the kidlit contest, Fall Writing Frenzy, which is this year hosted over on Lydia Lukidis’s blog. I was inspired by the image below, and the challenge is to write a story in 200 words (!!), for any age reader, board book through YA. Check out the amazing judges and prize donors for the contest here.

A pile of black pumpkins
Credit: Unsplash via Leandra Rieger

The Patchwork Pumpkin Patch

Nighttime in the pumpkin patch, where nobody was cheery.
“Always the same!” the gourds proclaimed. “Orange is so dreary!”
“No complaints,” the scarecrow huffed, “Honestly, what’s the use?
Orange can never be cyan, chartreuse or even puce.”
“We could! We will!” the pumpkins cried. “Who knows ‘til we try it?”
Whereupon some warty sorts turned amethyst and violet.
The scarecrow appeared gobsmacked, with cheeks flaming scarlet;
giddy, giggling pumpkins sported ruby, plum, and garnet.

Come morning, pumpkin-hunters surveyed the startling scene:
which bedazzling gourd would illuminate Halloween?
Some rejoiced at rose, or jived with midnight shades,
many vibrant pumpkins left, but many others stayed.
“You know,” said one, “today was fun, exploring something strange,
but I’m done with celadon—to orange now I’ll change.”

Across the patch murmurs arose; some argued, some agreed.
“What if,” the scarecrow offered, “everyone picks the hue they need?
If your heart is truly turquoise, then turquoise you should stay,
but if you’re more champagne-inclined, that’s equally okay.
Nobody should hide away the truths that make them glow,
which seems to me something jack-o-lanterns ought to know.”
Today the patchwork patch proclaims with multicolored cheer:
Let your outsides match your insides all throughout the year.

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Literary Podcasts: My Current Favorites

Now it's Route 91 and it's still pretty but so much busier...
Postcard view of the Connecticut River Valley circa 1930-1945, Boston Public Library Tichnor Brothers collection #71674. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:View_along_Conn._River,_showing_Mt._Holyoke_Range,_Holyoke,_Mass_(71674).jpg

I spend a lot of time on the road these days, and though I never used to be much of a podcast listener, I’ve become a convert, largely thanks to these several podcasts that keep me company on my peregrinations:

For a short thoughtful dose of poetry

  • The Slowdown, with Tracie K. Smith – a 5-minute daily dose of personal reflection and a single poem, read by a US Poet Laureate. She usually talks more about what the poem makes her think of, rather than the technicalities of the poemcraft, but sometimes there’s a bit of that too.

For the joy of listening to stories, with great voice acting and diverse authors/cultures

  • Levar Burton Reads – Reading Rainbow for grown-ups.  Mostly speculative fiction, but with a dash of anything and everything else, with introductions and conclusions where Burton talks about what draws him to these short stories. (Dangerous to listen to on late night drives because his voice is so warm and comfortable it’s like a bedtime story, but great for keeping calm in rush hour traffic!)
  • Circle Round – Hosted by WBUR with the tagline “Where storytime happens all the time,” this is kid-safe folktales and fairytales, from many cultures, with fabulous guest actors/readers and great sound and music effects. It’s more like a radio play than a single-reader storytime, and while it’s pitched to kid listeners, with suggestions for conversations and activities to do with one’s family/friends after each story, the stories themselves are ageless.

For story-craft, author interviews, etc

  • Cooking the Books – Hosted by two authors, Fran Wilde and Aliette de Bodard, ‘where genre fiction meets food,’ each episode features an interview with an author talking about a recently published or about to be published book, with questions mostly focused on food and worldbuilding, but with fun departures into other parts of storycraft, personal interests, etc. I add a lot of books to my TBR list from this podcast. They also have a recipe from each author on the website, which is fun.
  • Imaginary Worlds – Hosted by Eric Molinsky, a show about the worlds we create, how, and why.  It’s both about creators and fans, the experience of fandom in many forms, and across many platforms, including books, movies, games, and more. Not every episode speaks ‘to me,’ but there’s humor and interesting things to think about in every episode, even the ones that are initially more of a stretch for me to appreciate.

For word-geekery

  • Lingthusiasm – “A podcast that’s enthusiastic about linguistics by Gretchen McCulloch and Lauren Gawne.” I’ve always been fascinated with words and languages, and in another reality there’s likely a version of me that decided linguistics was the way to go. This universe’s version of me enjoys listening to people who know what they’re talking about be excited about things like the sounds you stop hearing once you’re no longer a baby, or the way concepts of color are constructed in languages around the world, or that ‘every word is a real word.’ It gives me thoughts about world-building, of course, but it’s also just fun and gives you random cool facts to bring up at the dinner table.
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Poets and Political Power

I’m really interested to see the results of the Poetry Coalition’s project “What is it, then, between us?: Poetry & Democracy.” I heard about it through MassPoetry’s call for participants, and while I didn’t get my submission in on time, I’m looking forward to reading and admiring the artistic erasure poems created from some iconic speeches and texts. These included selections from the US Constitution, Bill of Rights, Dr. King’s “Letter From a Birmingham Jail,” and the speech “Our books and our pens are the most powerful weapons,” which Malala Yousafzai delivered to the UN. Selected entries will be installed on the MBTA and other public locations, which should be a more thought-provoking set of signage than the usual T ads. I’d love to be able to overhear the discussions such things might generate on the Orange Line or elsewhere!

I enjoyed reading all the selections and while I was afraid it would be hard to pick, ultimately one stood out for me above all the others. I chose a piece from the Constitution which originally details how various kinds of powers are distributed between the executive and legislative branches of government, but thought that what was most evocative (and necessary, currently), was a reminder about those powers which are given to the President–but only temporarily. Since I didn’t submit mine, I’m sharing it here:

Constitutional Reminder

A Reminder

The President shall be
in the actual Service of the United States;
and he shall have Power.

He shall have Power, by and with
Advice and Consent.

The President shall have Power
which shall expire.