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A poem from my travels to Greece

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The Voyage

It’s blue in all directionswith a smooth blanket in frontand ahead, and rippling wavesbelow. Even that line where theymeet is a cloudy blue that waversin the light. We sit back on the outerdeck with our feet kicked up onthe railings, not a care in the world.This vessel is taking us to paradise. Originally shared here.

Meagan Reads Poetry: Forget Me Nots by Tiffany Manbodh

Forget Me Nots is a self-published collection of poems by Tiffany Manbodh that explores the journey of finding one’s way back to self after experiencing trauma. Trigger warning: the content of the book references sexual assault and violence. The book is divided into three sections: “The Great Fall,” “Healing & Restoration,” and “Thriving.” It’s aContinue reading “Meagan Reads Poetry: Forget Me Nots by Tiffany Manbodh”

Into the Ancient Past

It’s a million broken stones to seebut we mill our way through, upand down the halls that hold marblebusts and headless torsos. Thoughour feet glide over smooth, clearPlexiglass our eyes take in the groundbelow, into clay and beige dirt withindiscernable shapes of what was onceeither a kiln for fire or designatedchamber pot space. Either way,Continue reading “Into the Ancient Past”

Published Poetry & Fiction

Hello readers! Thank you for those who responded to my readers survey. I have reviewed the results and will start planning my content accordingly. I appreciate your input and the time you took to help make my blog better. While I plan and prepare to make certain changes to content creation, I’d like to announceContinue reading “Published Poetry & Fiction”

Meagan Reads Poetry: My Mother Was a Freedom Fighter by Aja Monet

I saw Aja Monet read at a poetry panel at the Miami Book Fair a couple of years back, and immediately knew I needed to pick up her book. It took me a while to do that because every time I went to look for it in a store, it was out of stock. ThatContinue reading “Meagan Reads Poetry: My Mother Was a Freedom Fighter by Aja Monet”

Later Gator

You glide by casually down the ‘Glades while our noisy asses throw waves and ripples in your territory but still you pay us no mind. And why would you? We’re chumps in comparison to your prehistoric perfected design. Blending with brackish waters, barely un ojito to be seen, a trail of bubbles telling us youContinue reading “Later Gator”