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Desperation (#tbt)

Desperation… it conjures up images of a salty body prone in the sand, baking under a scorching, desert sun, dry-mouthed, so hot yet too dehydrated even to sweat; after hours walking, hours crawling, hours struggling to continue in search of … Continue reading

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Muddled things

In hasty desires live muddled things, seeming stunted and unformed. Yet they move with deliberate ease, unfazed by passing storms. I fear that on a closer look like icebergs they may be; their bulky power invisible beneath a murky sea. … Continue reading

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Little Light of Mine (#TBT)

The lies I tell myself are all that keep me going. They’re all that I have. Is there anything but self-deception? Yes and no. To say everything is a lie misses the mark. Is anything ever that simple? Yes and … Continue reading

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Great Falls

I went to great falls today, and walked out to the overlook on Olmsted island. Two vultures with small, leathery, red heads and black, cloak-like bodies sat perched on a craggy outcropping of gray-green rock amid tall, bare-branched trees and … Continue reading

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Sound Mind and Body

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Erosion

Sometimes I feel like a jagged rock in a raging river; like an obtuse protuberance that rapids thrash against; as if I am surrounded by tremendous violence that it is battering me. Slowly, the currents erode my incongruous edges and … Continue reading

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Introductions

Hi! I’m Morgan, or at least I call myself that for now. Really, I don’t know who I am. I’m not convinced that it’s something that can really be known. I’m not convinced it’s real, at least not how we … Continue reading

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