Monday, March 31, 2014

Inappropriate Sleepover in the Flesh

I received copies of my book, Inappropriate Sleepover, today!

Thank you to The National Poetry Review Press! Thank you to C.J. Sage!

Friday, March 28, 2014

Inappropriate Sleepover on Amazon

You can now order Inappropriate Sleepover on!

The cover image isn't up yet, but it should be soon.

I also have an author page. The url is

Yes, I will post the Akron release party info soon!

Flash Fiction Forthcoming in Cease, Cows

I just found out I had three pieces accepted by Cease, Cows. I'll keep you posted about when they come out!

University of Akron is having spring break this week. Weird. It doesn't feel like spring (I'm wearing a sweater and my windows are rattling from the wind) and I haven't had much of a break from doing work this week (so much to do...). I better get some quality time at a pool early this summer or a grown-woman-tantrum will happen.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Two Poems Forthcoming in Nashville Review

I had two poems accepted by Nashville Review today! I'll let you know when the issue comes out!

I plan to celebrate this good news by sleeping. I'm so tired. This has been a busy week. Friday was great!

Thursday, March 20, 2014


Inappropriate Sleepover is now on goodreads. You can check out the book here and my Goodreads Author page here. I'll let you know when the book is up on amazon.

The Akron book release party is going to be on Saturday, April 19th. I'll post all the details soon!

Monday, March 3, 2014

Inappropriate Sleepover ...You're Invited

Inappropriate Sleepover
Coming soon from The National Poetry Review Press
Meg Johnson’s collection, Inappropriate Sleepover, had me at page one.  Her quirky and darkly humorous poems are as refreshing as they are clever, as disarmingly entertaining as they are provocative.  Meg Johnson is a stunning addition to the American poetry scene. —Nin Andrews

Half siren song, half battle cry, Meg Johnson’s Inappropriate Sleepover is a debut collection that coaxes us out of our tightly-zipped sleeping bags and keeps us up until dawn with poems that resonate, beguile, and delight. Equally whimsical and poignant, Johnson’s voice introduces us to a new sort of poetry heroine: one who is undaunted by external forces that oppose her, and driven to excavate the most subtle nuances of human connection. These are poems to keep for yourself, and to share with your very best friends. —Mary Biddinger

In these poems, Meg Johnson dances on the narrow boundary dividing self-confidence from self-delusion. Always unsettled, her restlessness born from her awareness that the self is too big to fit, even when broken into parts, into the many and ever-proliferating boxes in which a self is expected to find its many homes, her speakers both celebrate and lament the quotidian by which they are enraptured: “If I was a tree I’d / want to be a pine because of the needles. People / would always be finding a piece of me.” And the celebrating, and the lamenting, are themselves both enrapturing. —Shane McCrae