By Thomas MorganOn All this happened both forever ago and about a half a second since, in a span of around thirty … Read More “Here Lies Caesar and His Men: Worshipped, Lost, Magnificent, Doomed; Homesick but not Forgotten”
By Thomas MorganOn The smell of ash and winter clung to her stockings like the babies her husband prayed for. Itchy and tight, … Read More “Empty Ovens”
A silent political fringe so low-key they’ve never actually been classified. Enter, the alt-nah… Typically, nobody would actually identify as … Read More “The alt-nah”
By Thomas MorganOn She was a flame. The hot red poker was always cracking down on my fingers as I reached to grab … Read More “Red Bullet”
The first day, you’ll wake up – groggy, almost as if you had just been dreaming the entire time. You’ll … Read More “how many days are in a weak?”
By Thomas MorganOn He always had a pack of cinnamon gum and a cigarette behind his ear. His baggy jean jacket sat on … Read More “Creation of a Daydream”
By Thomas MorganOn Her eyes were dark and smoky. His eyes were dazed and glazed. His senses dulled. He couldn’t remember the last … Read More “Those Smoky Eyes”
By Thomas MorganOn As he stared into her eyes, the silence seemed to creep up onto them. It hung there, sitting with them. … Read More “Sun–buzz–rise”
By Thomas MorganOn Love is one of the earliest concepts I remember being introduced to. It was the unbreakable connection between family. You … Read More “How Can I Know What Love Is”
By Thomas MorganOn He was drugs and drugs were him. They were circling through his system as oxygen would. He floated among the … Read More “Untitled”
