Meghan Tutolo lives in Pittsburgh, PA,
where she earned her M.F.A. in Poetry from Chatham University and her B.A. in
English Writing from the University of Pittsburgh. Skilled in the trade of
romancing olives and pasta, Meghan works as writer, editor, and designer for an
Italian foods company and also teaches composition at her alma mater. Her work
has appeared in journals such as Nerve Cowboy, Chiron
Review, The Pittsburgh Post Gazette, Arsenic Lobster and Main
Street Rag. Her first chapbook of poems, Little As Living, was
published in September 2014.
DS: Why do you write poetry?
MT: Because I have to. Because from such an
early age I felt things so tremendously that I had to get them out. I didn't
understand myself and barely had words. That's the magic of poetry for me: it
makes all the stuff inside a little more tangible. It really boils down to
energy. And though poetry isn't my only outlet, it's the most efficient at
helping me to connect with others on that plane, relate.
DS: What do you hope to find in poems written
by other people?
MT: Basically? I'm looking for someone who
gets it. I can't be anymore forthright than that. I'm just looking for people
with voices and experiences that don't make me feel so damn alone. It's those
people I can trust to guide me to new perspectives and understanding. If I read
your work and it feels like my guts fell out, then I know I'm on the right
page.
DS: Describe your works in progress?
MT: I'm working on another manuscript. I
haven't decided whether it's another chapbook or a full length. There is
something about a full-length collection that scares the shit out of me. I
could barely get through the editing process of my chapbook with the constant
changes and rearranging. It's hard to nail those pieces down in time, as
everything shifts around them.
DS: What are your hopes for the future of
poetry?
MT: This question reminds me of records.
They've made a hell of a comeback. People are paying attention... to some
things. You know, I want people to listen again. To open their minds, put down
their magic rectangles and pay attention. I sound like an 80 year old, but
phones worry me. No one can read a paragraph anymore. Maybe that's why poetry
will prevail, the capturing of those small moments, condensation.
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