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 squares. I remember a quilt so big it became a problem to store, to show, to display. I remember a president who would not say the name of a disease. … Continue reading Sharing Our Truths: Virus in a Presidency – M.A. Morris
I am more than breath or bones. I am the Melungeon veins of my many great-grandmothers as they run through the coal mines of West Virginia into Kentucky and Tennessee. I am more than breath or bones. I am my mother’s and grandmother’s blood flooding the snow melt rivers of Appalachia. I am more than … Continue reading I Am More Than Breath and Bone: I Am More – M.A. Morris
The moon ate the darkness In unsettling chunks Of destruction and recklessness, Finding strength in unending night. An eternal heroic effort to be sure, A struggle to end the darkness, The blackest darkness Of the human heart. I am a retired teacher, enjoying everything that retirement means. In addition, I have been active in the … Continue reading Moon Ate the Dark Challenge: M. A. Morris
Words do not come easy this morning In this my holding cell, This state of in between. Months of wait for this, Wait for that. I’ll feel settled, peaceful, When my house is built, When I’ve moved back, When my spirit and body Are no longer hemmed in a tiny apartment, When winter breaks, When … Continue reading The Wizard of Oz – M.A. Morris
She was standing at the ready To make me say I am wrong. Like some saint, I had to pluck out my eyes To see, to see The contortionist She could be with words. I laid hands upon myself And am cured of blindness, Cured of deafness, And now she hates me. Since I said, … Continue reading Going to the River – M.A. Morris
Believe me, You don’t want to know Everything I never told you. No, you don’t want to know. You’d never admit to it all anyway. How you slowly drove me a little insane. A little gaslight there. A little gaslight here. A bit of manipulation and a little playing with words. The metronome of your … Continue reading Freedom from Everything I Never Told You – M.A. Morris
Brave & Reckless 