In Taylor Swift’s album folklore, the song “mad woman” takes on how sexism and misogyny force women to hold back their anger. I decided to tackle that subject with the same quiet ferocity in the form of an acrostic. we’re all a little mad Everyone says smile and playNice, so I flash my pearly whitesOpenContinueContinue reading “mad woman: The Folklore Chronicles”
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invisible string: The Folklore Chronicles
The next poem in my series for The Folklore Chronicles, a poetic journey inspired by Taylor Swift’s album, is a piece for the song “invisible string.” the clues I didn’t see I always dreamed of sharing my spoton Hollywood Beach with someone special.tell them about summer days with friendsclimbing the ramp up to the lifeguardContinueContinue reading “invisible string: The Folklore Chronicles”
Travel Poetry: Running With Zeus
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. Olympia, Greece (May 2019) Funny though, Zeus was neverContinueContinue reading “Travel Poetry: Running With Zeus”
Travel Poetry: Keystone Gate
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. Travel Poetry for Mycanae, GreeceContinueContinue reading “Travel Poetry: Keystone Gate”
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.
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,ContinueContinue reading “Into the Ancient Past”
La bandera
Postcard of Ecuador from the 1980s 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.
Best Friend Strangers
Read my poem about the joys of travel friendships
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. ThatContinueContinue reading “Meagan Reads Poetry: My Mother Was a Freedom Fighter by Aja Monet”