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“From back country coyotes to volcanic landscapes seemingly barren but teaming with life, Megan Stratford displays a powerful voice that captures these visions of nature and her place within this backdrop.”
berth
By Megan stratford
Berth is one woman’s journey from darkness to light. The poems in this debut collection take the reader through the innocence of discovering nature alongside her father and through the turbulence of adolescence. Much like a river, Berth weaves the memories of the past with the hope for a great future. In nature, we learn who we are and who we want to become. This collection showcases her unique sense of style.
“Every once in a while, a book comes along that reminds me of how transcendent truly good writing can be, full of wonder and mystery and elegance, against the backdrop of an otherwise cynical age. ”
— Malcolm Brooks, best-selling author
What People are Saying
“To read this book is to understand the semiotic relationship of humans and the earth in an entirely new way. ”
“Berth invites the reader on a spiritual journey through landscapes of beauty and wildness, examining both the enormity of nature and its details- from mountains to beetles, from fir trees to dandelions. ”
“This collection of poetry I will read over and over again as each individual work provides endless muse and retrospection. ”
About Megan
From an early age, Megan Stratford was drawn to the outdoors. Berth is her poetic interpretation of nature, revealing her fascination and appreciation of the natural world. Megan has an associate’s degree from Normandale Community College, where she was encouraged to write poetry. She was awarded the Patsy Lea Core in 2016. She placed second in the 2022 Wyoming Writers category of free verse for her unique sense of style.
Her work also appears in the North Dakota Quarterly and Shot Glass Journal. A native of Savage, MN Megan currently resides in Sheridan, Wyoming, where she is a certified massage therapist.
The river widened & swerved deep within the prairie
grasses bowing to the tickle of wind
still has me wondering.
Into the Firehole River, pg. 41
BOOK EXCERPTS
He came, carrying a body
arms legs coiled like a child from marl
child as teal as the slate I skipped with.
Vellum, pg. 3
at least populous had time of its life
first breath & its last sigh of relief
for the dead do dance these wind river valleys
& its waters are totem for what God has provided
God offers His blessing to twin peaks, pg. 72
