Megan Eaves

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  • Man Alive

    This is a short story I started writing when I was in university, and uncovered half-done in an old EHD during the spring of 2020. I finished writing it during lockdown. He didn’t know how to come alive. That was, it turned out, his biggest problem. Everyone around him thought he was vital – but […]

    September 3, 2020
  • Bulguksa

      It’s a dream I revisit often, more these recent months. I am with strangers in a white minivan, winding its way through the rice-paddy green of a back road in South Korea. The road begins to ascend, and then we are in a low, undulating deciduous forest of birch and alder. We arrive somewhere […]

    July 19, 2020
  • Strawberry Moon

    I was scrolling through my Instagram feed this morning and came across a beautiful image of a bowl full of ripe, red strawberries taken by a friend and admired writer, Caroline Eden. The strawberries were small but plump and round, with pert green calyxes and perfectly dotted achenes, arranged in a white ceramic bowl on […]

    June 5, 2020
  • A little astrological history on current events

    I don’t consider myself to be an astrologer and I’ve done no formal astrology training, but it is a topic that interests me. Long before the hard science of astronomy came into existence, humans were viewing and understanding the world in terms of how they saw planets, constellations and stars moving above them and interacting […]

    June 3, 2020
  • night walks

    night walks

    i think about darkness a lot lately. about the paradigm that says light is good and dark is bad. about why humans, myself included, are more often than not afraid of the dark. and why we use darkness as a metaphor for fear, uncertainty and evil. is it something primal? there are some easy answers […]

    May 13, 2020
  • small moments

    it’s 10am and which day of the week it is i can’t be sure. it might be saturday. it’s definitely still the pandemic. my typical morning goes like this: *wake up without an alarm. it could be 5am or 8am, but rarely past 8. my body likes to be up early. *stand, brush teeth, pull […]

    May 9, 2020
  • days like these will be the death of me

    Yesterday when I was blind I could anticipate the early warning signs. The shiver when you talk to me, the rigour in our smile. Is there a better place to start? To pioneer a new technique in martial arts? For kissing without touching? Without waking up? This house is like a fire when the sun […]

    April 15, 2020
  • the quiet time

    stillness. silence. of a type i’ve never before in my life experienced. yes, there were the the wild places. the far reaches of tajikistan, the gobi desert, white sands, otago. places where i noticed the missing rumble of humanity. but now is different. i wake and wonder if i’m still dreaming – though my dreams […]

    April 5, 2020
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