Articles by Thomas Morgan

You are a closed book to new readers allowing them a glimpse of the forward and keeping the rest a mystery.   These pages are […]

We’re driving towards Cape Split with the sound of the engine cackling filling the cab when she says that she likes how careful I am […]

It jumped at him, the mandibles clicking together while it was in the air, Carson moved backward tripping on a small stone crack, and landing […]

With the tides my body sways My clock is tied to the moon And my feet stuck in this soil   Gravity pulls at all […]

I love angsty poetry, don’t you agree? Glorifying addiction and staying up until three Spending all night coming up with new rhymes Like popping vyves […]

Mental health is an uphill battle More like a fumble Starting with a stumble After a smilingly small event In your eyes Teary eyes, stuttered […]

I am soaked in tears, and ridden by fears. So sad in despair, having these dreams of a nightmare. Honestly looking forward to fall, being […]

My demons are my shadows Keeping their distance but always by my side Growing They follow me even in the brightest of days and darkest […]

As the wood struck against the sandy shores, the rowboat grinded to a halt. As the captain and his six men touched down on the […]

A peaceful brook, the dew-coated ferns A wise old Corsican pine The smell of all my Gran’s clothes and gifts Whisk me stray back to […]