your blue-green wavestug me from the soft sand & beckon me into your lapping waters,where I splash until my skin is pebbled with goose-pimples I slog through the water, logy with exhaustionhaving spent hours drowning in your pounding waves once more on the sand,I’m warmed by the sudden eruptionof Volcanus heat from your undertow. M.B.B.[5/28/15editedContinue reading “your eyes are an ocean”
Author Archives: Meghan B.
Hello there! Thanks for checking out my blog.
Fun Facts:
• I'm in my early 30s!
• Writing is a HUGE part of my life—I'd be lost if I couldn't express myself through words. (Growing up, books were a source of comfort for me. I’m still drawn to bookshelves & read as often as I can.)
• My other hobbies include knitting, gaming, & coloring.
• I have two "Golden Girl" Retrievers, Charlie (4) & Lily (almost a year old! How time flies).
My family, friends, dogs, & fiancé Rory are all very important in my life. I honestly wouldn't trade them for anything!
Happy blogging, everyone! 💙
Darius the Great is Not Okay
Darius has depression. As a teenager, he’s had it for as long as he can remember. When his family decides to visit Iran, he feels apprehensive about finally meeting his grandparents—whom he’s only seen on Skype calls over the years. While in Iran, Darius befriend Sohrab, a young man about his age. As the twoContinue reading “Darius the Great is Not Okay”
Dear Facebook
You may think you know me, but you don’t. See, you’re just a product of some guy’s algorithms, asocially portrayed by Jesse Edinburgh You may think I’m gay because I joined the group Gaymers, when really I’m just demisexual I champion those who are labeled different, because I’ve felt different growing up You don’t knowContinue reading “Dear Facebook”
The Last Night of 2020
‘Twas the night before 2021, and all through the house was laughter and good cheer.
m.b.b.
writing is like playing TetrisI fit the words into the right slot,rotating the words around in my mouthbefore laying the correct brick down I am a poet,just 29,you can write tags on your city blockbut you can’t write mine I am the one & only M.B.B.,razor sharp with my fountain pen’s nibready to write youContinue reading “m.b.b.”
Lists upon Lists
Guten morgen, everyone! Today’s the day in which I compose my Christmas list. While I won’t tell you everything that I want (because it’s more of a want than a need), I do really like reading and knitting.
Thanksgiving Day
Good evening, everyone! Thanksgiving was 2 days ago. I got to spend the entire day with my family: my mom, my dad, and my sister. (Normally, we spend Thanksgiving with my grandparents, but refrained from doing so this year due to Covid ramping up in my home state.)
Station Eleven
A strain of flu creates an apocalyptic world, one where technology and modern comforts are seldom seen as the norm. Amid this new world are a group of traveling actors, a symphony of men and women who have survived the pandemic that altered their world.
The Water Dancer
Ta-Nehisi Coates first novel is compelling, dark, and full of hope.
It’s been a while…
Hello, again! (Blows dust off the screen.) It’s been a while, I realize. Lately, I’ve been getting used to the busy season at work. (I cashier at my local Target.) I’ve been doing my best to catch up on my book reviews, since I’m reading so much so relatively fast. I’m still just as passionateContinue reading “It’s been a while…”
Educated
Tara Westover’s memoir left me wondering how a life can truly change with the help of an education. I loved going to school. Throughout my childhood, I was taught in elementary school how to read, how to write, and learned common facts and ideas about the world. This continued throughout junior high and high school.Continue reading “Educated”
Girl, Woman, Other
Girl, Woman, Other is a multi-faceted story about several women—young and old—who live in Great Britain. At first glance, it seems like the novel is comprised of vignettes, but the deeper you venture into the novel, the closer these women become. Every one of the characters is connected to someone else in some way: aContinue reading “Girl, Woman, Other”
Who am I?
I ask,& you tell me:I’m your oldest & dearest friend,I’m a reader, a singer, & a mathematician. When I wake in the night,(disoriented, drenched in sweat)you’re there to hold me,reminding me that you’re here,& remind me that it’s over, it’s over, it’s over— In these moments,when I’m running (wildly) lost along a dirt road,you callContinue reading “Who am I?”
Divergent
Beatrice Prior lives in a dystopian world.
#weekendcoffeeshare Oct. 2-4
Happy weekend! Happy October! I know it’s been a while since I’ve written on my blog. I’ve been pretty busy at work, and my reading schedule has increased since I started using the wonderful library app, Libby.
The Nerdy Nook 