We visited the Temple of Zeus in Olympia on my trip to Greece in 2019. It’s hard to believe I’m already coming up on two years since that vacation. I felt like a kid exploring those ruins. I was obsessed with Greek mythology in middle school. Funny though, Zeus was never one of my favoriteContinue reading “Travel Poetry: Running With Zeus”
Writing travel poetry whenever I go somewhere new helps keep those memories fresh in my mind, whether I visited just a year ago or five years past. For this edition of travel poetry, I’m sharing my piece about the Agamemenon Keystone Gate in Mycanae, Greece from my trip in 2019. Ancient stone ruins hold aContinue reading “Travel Poetry: Keystone Gate”
Disclosure: Some of the links in this post are affiliate links. If you click them to make a purchase I will earn a commission. The decision of whether or not to buy something is completely up to you. Full disclosure, I am acquainted with the poet who published this title. But that doesn’t make myContinue reading “Meagan Reads Poetry: A Sinking Ship Is Still A Ship by Ariel Francisco”
A poem from my travels to Greece
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.
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”
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”
The yellow, blue, and red stand Stark against white mountain caps. Colors bleed stronger than that absence of shade. It will always wave, louder and brighter than the snow surrounding. It calls us home. Originally shared here.
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”
Read my poem about the joys of travel friendships