The Secret Garden
His sins do you confess them? No I keep them. To some a peculiar matter for wife and husband, but […]
Articles by Thomas Morgan
Echos of Jazz
He was a Jazz player at a glance A family man in context He was cool, not as a description That was his definition His […]
A Thunderstorm
i wish i were more things that a person could love, but my skin is raw and scarred, every second that i breathe is a […]
Sun–buzz–rise
As he stared into her eyes, the silence seemed to creep up onto them. It hung there, sitting with them. Buzz. Buzz. Her phone. Her […]
Irreconcilable Circumstance
Out of focus save for a lock of chestnut hair, my father wholly in shadow and his hands around my chest. My mother watching but […]
How Can I Know What Love Is
Love is one of the earliest concepts I remember being introduced to. It was the unbreakable connection between family. You could fight all you wanted […]
Cosmopolitan Love
My darling, with her clothes littered on a floor painted orange. The windows did not come prepared. Cactus on a stool, and a stack of […]
Dark(er) Girls and Doors
My mother’s friend sips on her coffee, her eyes don’t leave my face. she warns as she looks at me, quietly, without saying a word, […]
Ode to my Bed
Comfy sheets and blankets galore underneath the window sill, I cannot await you furthermore I just left you and still – I crave for you […]