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Sharing Our Truths: Virus in a Presidency – M.A. Morris

How long? Weeks, months. I remember months, years, and now, still. I remember young men who were old. I remember miles and miles of quilted

I have noticed over the last week, that the tenor of the posts about Covid-19 and social lockdown have started to change. There is more

Ever since the lockdown began the sky has been unendingly blue. Yesterday the cherry trees in front of the flat across the street started releasing

I am the air you breathe and the marrow in your bones. I am older than you know and you might just hear the echoes

Yesterday night I caught a star gazing at me unabashedly wide eyed and delighted I tried to catch it in my hands it twinkled and

Ever since the launch of Brave & Reckless, I have posted raw and intense writing about sexual trauma, shame, rage, symptoms of PTSD, and survival.

strong emotion was not viewed favorably in my childhood home I was declared too loud too bold too opinionated too me told not to be

I am so much more than breath and bone I am Goddess I am fire and strength I am mind and heart I am fearless

Amidst the chaos and ruin Something shines through Battle scared, blooded and broken It beats like a whimper The drum of a thousand lost souls