Meagan Dion
Bio
My life is a little crazy. Four kids, homeschool, write, create and coffee. Coffee is a verb. Do you coffee? I aspire to blow glass and finish / publish my novel. I would like to have an impact. Also, coffee.
Stories (42/0)
Little Things
A friend just went through a terrible tragedy. Their daughter experienced a freak accident and at the tender age of six she passed away. My heart has been heavy for them for several days and my mind consumed with praying for them. Thankfully, even despite this pain, they have a faith to hold on to, something their daughter had as well. This poem is inspired by a conversation I had with my youngest child on the morning I heard the news.
By Meagan Dion25 days ago in Poets
The Clock . Top Story - June 2024.
I'm standing in an ornate room, unable to account for how I got here. My gaze is fixed on the chiming grandfather clock in the corner. “Bong, bong, bong.” All at once I become aware of three things; I know this house, I’ve got to find the box, and time is slipping.
By Meagan Dionabout a month ago in Fiction
Crumbling Sands
That night, Johnny and Quinn celebrated a year together by dinning at the fanciest restaurant on the coast of Maine, followed by a chilly walk on the beach at sunset. The sky was alive with glowing swaths of amber, rouge, and tangerine, warming the otherwise brisk landscape. The ocean waves swelled and tossed themselves to the sandy shore while Quinn had stared into Johnny's deep blue eyes. She had bristled against the chill in the salty sea air so Johnny had pulled off his faded black suit jacket and offered it to her. What a gentleman.
By Meagan Dion2 months ago in Humans
Lacey Sturm
In 2010 repressed memories of my childhood trauma began chasing me in earnest. There had been subtle nudges and questions that pricked my mind before that, but that year I really began feeling broken. It was as if my subconsciousness was grieving without my consciousness knowing why. All I knew was everything I did, everywhere I went, was permeated by a low level sadness I couldn't name.
By Meagan Dion4 months ago in Humans
Indomitable Love
* There are different kinds of love. The most frequently referred to is Eros, or romantic love. I want to bring attention to a more powerful love. The love that never ends. This love is not an emotion, it is a verb, and can be applied to a large range of relationships. Despite obtaining my Bachelors degree in Biblical studies, it was only later in life that I fully understood this vein of love based off of one biblical account.*
By Meagan Dion4 months ago in Humans
Small World
A frozen canvas surrounds me, pure and twinkling. My feet crunch in the snow, so beautiful it seems fake. Isn't it strange that we describe real things as so pretty they appear fake, and fake things as so pretty they look real? Trudging under the billowy grey skies, I make my way to the iron bench.
By Meagan Dion5 months ago in Fiction
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