Hot House Flower, by Hannah Nutter

Poetry, chapbook, 44 pages, from Bottlecap Features.

"Hannah Nutter’s visions make me ache to look more closely, absorb more generously, and create more confidently. Hers is a voice that is often modest in the wielding of its prophetic power but still has the verve to tenderly yank willing hearts to full and irreversible attention."

-Micah Bucey, author of The Book of Tiny Prayer: Daily Meditations from the Plague Year

A chapbook for those resisting the slow flattening of spirit — stubborn enough to believe in the sacred, foolish enough to go looking for it.

Part poems, part essays, part spells, and part "what the hell just happened to me?" field notes, Hot House Flower asks whether belief only changes our minds —or if it also reshapes the living world. Hannah Nutter moves through grief, personal myth, and the machine-like reality of this century as someone terrified to be here — and yet, still grateful for a heart that pounds.

Readers will find lyric essays on spiritual hijinks, creative nonfiction from the edge of psychic experience, meditations on loss and survival, and spells crafted for opening the heart. The collection also includes curated playlists — Spring Awakening, Death Cycle, and Younger Than the Sun — mood-based soundtracks for shapeshifting, releasing, and remembering that love is worth fighting for, and reality is plastic. Part theopoetics, part psychic autopsy, part love-letter transmission. Hot House Flower insists: your body remembers everything — including the buried memory of the world. The god(s) are watching. You are not crazy. Just alive, with your eyes peeled back.

Hannah Nutter is a theopoet, performer, and living artist whose work centers bugs, living ghosts, and theology for the feral. She writes to survive herself — and sometimes to feel something sacred.