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When I Get My Hands On You – Music Monday
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This is song #47 of 52 – When I Get My Hands On You – Music Monday Mumford & Sons will make an appearance in at least one other spot on this list (but much higher on the list). In the meantime, this little diddy makes me happy, so it…
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Seeking Joy in the Grief – Thoughts on Hope, Peace, & Healing
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This week was the two-year anniversary of my father’s death. It’s complicated. Grief is hard. If you don’t know grief, you may not know that it is also well hidden at times. We bury it. It waits to pop back out when you least expect it. That’s a little of…
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Favorite Songs – Weeks 3 & 4
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This is hard dudes. Here’s week 3’s spot in my (#49) 52 weeks of favorite songs . . . “My Arms Were Always Around You…” How did I not find this man sooner? “Oh, my loveYou thought I’d left without youOh, my loveMy arms were always around you Just say…
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I Won’t Leave Myself Behind This Time
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I won’t leave myself behind – a declaration. I’ve never been embarrassed to admit I go to therapy. I think it’s healthy to talk about it. I’m not afraid to do that. I’ve always believed it’s ultimately a part of my calling in life (to at least write and talk…
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Come Thou Font of Every Blessing – Favorite Songs Week Two
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Favorite Songs Week Two – Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing This was a hard one. I knew it had to be either a worship song or the so called “Contemporary Christian Music” that played constantly in our home or car. It’s hard to pick one. There’s a good chance…
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Right Here, Right Now – Favorite Songs Week One
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I recently ran across a dude on my TikTok FYP that was posting one favorite song a day, for an entire year. I’d love to do that, but I’m not sure I can commit to the dailyness of that. What I can do is post one song a week, for…
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Gigging for Flounder
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I used to watch The lights on the river In the dark of night. From my bed, I’d watch them Float through the air. So far from Town, the bodies that carried Those lights were mostly hidden in the Darkest blue of night. The Disembodied lights swayed Through the muddy,…
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Killing Me Softly With His Song
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Rest in Peace. “Strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softlyWith his song”
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The Scent of a Campfire – A poem
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Mountain morning, briskAir chills me – I pull my sweatshirt closer.The fog’s wispyfingers cling to the day,Despite the suns attempt to warm us. The stillness has cleared my mind.In the quiet, he starts a fire.In the routine moments of a quiet morning – I am new again.I am new. I’ve…
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La Reina by Pablo Neruda
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Yo te he nombrado reina.Hay más altas que tú, más altas.Hay más puras que tú, más puras.Hay más bellas que tú, hay más bellas.Pero tú eres la reina. Cuando vas por las callesnadie te reconoce.Nadie ve tu corona de cristal, nadie mirala alfombra de oro rojoque pisas donde pasas,la alfombra…
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Like Whiskey in a Teacup
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A scene from chapter 6 of my novel in progress, Land of Canaan . . . The Kind of Girl Your Mama Warned You About~6~ My husband, Hunter, had other ideas – from the first moment we met. And here we are. He was the softest place to land, this…
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Words of Affirmation
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If you’re familiar with the concept of “love languages,” the title of this post may ring a bell. The author of “The Five Love Languages” and its subsequent books, believes that everyone has their own unique love language/s that are how they best receive love. For those who haven’t heard…
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Demons
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The words she hasn’t heard,Beautiful. The words she has,Haunt. The arms that comfort,Longing. The focus ahead,Regardless. Nights still try toUnravel all that she’s fought for.Some nights her demons nearly win.– E.M. Morgan
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Missing the Ones that are Missing
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In spite of feeling like death warmed over, I am happy and thankful. It has been a long journey to that place (after the grief and pile of shit I was handed). Haha. And though I feel terrible physically at the moment, my head & heart are happy. There’s nothing…
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Come Closer, Come Near
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I am hungry, growlingfor a tasteand I cannot bedistracted.Come closer,Come near,I am starvingfor you.– Tyler Knott Gregson This gets harder every day. The only thingbetween us…this unbearabledistancethis unspeakablecraving-N.R. Hart
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This is the Energy
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This. This is the energy. I am looking for the Mandy Patinkin energy or nothing at all.
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Where the Light Enters
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“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” — Rumi I wrote a line once, “All I breed is death.”Born of loss. Born of the one thing I wanted more than anything, slipping through my fingers. I wrote a few lines once, “I was the fire, burning through…
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Darling, Whenever I Think of You
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Darling,whenever I think of you,I start writinginvisible love lettersto your heart.– Alexandra Vasiliu My heart, my entire body is tortured.Not touching you,Not having you; It gnaws,It aches.I adore you most ardently.I covet you most earnestly.– Natalie Jensen
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Love Letters for My Muse
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The last two days have been . . . not good. I woke up having had terrible dreams. My day got worse the later it got. I had big plans for writing and got nowhere but doom scrolling. I added a reminder to my phone not to doom scroll. Let’s…
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All of Me – A Poem by Shannon O’Connor
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I’m writing a poem. It’s called “An Ode to His Hands.” I started “writing” it via voice notes, last night. But I’m visiting my mom and after being busy all day, my brain is fried. My night has consisted of wine, PBS shows, and lounging. While scrolling on Pinterest, I…
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Maybe it’s a Miracle. Maybe it’s Maybelline.
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Maybe it’s my new haircut. Maybe it’s buying prepared food from Clean Eatz and Wegman’s (so I don’t have to cook after work). Maybe it’s my Muse. Maybe it’s my new bras. Or possibly my playlist. Maybe it’s the limerence. Or maybe it’s that I don’t live in a suburban…
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Nurturing My Writing – Creating a New Writing Space
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Yesterday evening, I sat in my new writing corner and wrote more than 2,000 words on my novel in progress, Land of Canaan. I’ve only been writing 100-ish words (here or there) on the poor thing for quite a while now. As I was writing I realized how long it…
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Love Letters & Bad Poetry
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Listen – I’m tired of writing into the void. No one cares, right? 🤣🤓 It’s seems like a waste of time to post here. At the end of the day, I write because I have to. It’s an actual need. My biggest challenge right now is that I write the…
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I Want the Wild in You
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I don’t want the watered-down version of you. I want the wild in you.I want the version of you of you that is your truest self.The one unbound. The version of you that is the truth teller. The version you hide – I see it sometimes. I watch you shrink…
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A Fool’s Errand
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A Fool’s Errand The anxiety returnsGrasping at my throatBurning through my chest.I’m reminded again.The peace short lived.He is not mine. Awakened love,A fool’s errand. – Poem by E.M. Morgan
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Let’s talk about a kindler, gentler way of entering the New Year
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Here’s the deal – it’s 2025 and everyone does the whole “New Year, new me” routine and I can’t deal anymore. At least not in a Type A, hustle, conquer the world and your goals, kind of way. What I’m saying here is, I aim low these days. It has…
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Ruins – A Poem
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Ruins I Like a city in ruinsMy heart crumbledLeaving me to rebuild.Time doesn’t heal.Hope does.With each passing day,The light and hope return,Brick by brick –Stone by stone.– EM Morgan
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The Smartest Man in the Room
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“The role of the artist is exactly the same as the role of the lover. If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see.” ― James Baldwin The Smartest Man in the Room He’s the smartest man in the room. He doesn’t know…
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A New Year and a Mostly Blank Slate
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This might be a part one of a few posts, as a year of goals takes shape over the next few days… It has been a weird 8 days. I have so much to say and no ability to write it here. I’m with family at the moment and it…
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Thaw my Heart
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In the cold air that bites my skin, I’m reminded of the way the seasons match my heart – cold and lifeless now. I wait for the warmth of spring to thaw what loss has hardened. -EM
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Testing the Blog Feed
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I seem to be having an issue with my blog feed now and it’s not immediately publishing. Posts are showing up hours and hours after the fact and I’m not receiving e-mails for my own blog. I’m attempting a fix. I’m getting more and more frustrated by wordpress…
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Restoration
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On a cold morning As the ice melts I’m reminded in the quiet Of the beauty that exists Unseen. Pulsing in the soil and In the trees bare. Unseen for now, restoration Is coming. EM Morgan
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The End of the Eras Era – It’s Taylor’s Night, Swifties
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Taylor Swift ends The Eras Tour tonight. Her opening act, Gracie Abrams, is on stage as we speak. I adore Gracie. Because she was a fan of Taylor first, her emotion tonight is just adding to the overall feeling us Swifties have about tonight. I had the intention of writing…
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he is like music – a poem
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he is like musicit rises and falls,this song.the rhythm moves mecarrying me past reason,this song. – E.M. Morgan Missing you tonight.
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Contact Form & Comments
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This website has been a real piece of work. I’ve had trouble getting it to work properly since day one and instead of decorating my apartment for Christmas tonight I got distracted after getting my vintage ornaments on the tree and sat down to fix my contact form and comments.…
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My Name on Your Lips
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My name on your lips I want to taste my name on your lips, to kiss you, as you whisper it. It’s my favorite thing – to hear you say it – as if it’s new somehow. My heart is new somehow. There are moments when I see your vulnerability…
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My 2024 Reading Challenge Books
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I started the year with a goal of reading 24 books. I adjusted my goal to 18. I just finished my 20th book today. I probably won’t make it to the original goal of 24, but I will get close. While I will probably finish 1-2 (1 of which is…
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Stories from a Wild Heart
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I’m a writer. I’m a writer that doesn’t write like I dream of writing. Why? Because to do so requires me to release my hang-ups and people-pleasing tendencies. I also happened to have a day job for 13-years, that required me to act as a spokesperson and to be the…
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Excuse the Dust – Site Under Construction
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I’ve finally settled (for now – haha) on what I’m doing with this space and my Substack newsletter. I’ve spent some time today updating this site and will resume updates over the next week. For now, forgive the dust while the site is under construction. – EM
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Hazel Eyes – A Love Letter
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Hazel Eyes – A Love Letter Your hair curls in a way that makes me long to run my hands through it. When your hair is shorter, I miss those curls. You with your changing hazel eyes and friendship that feels like home – were unexpected and unplanned. We make…
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Heavy – A Poem from the Loneliness
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Heavy The ache settles inAs the days grow darkerAnd colder. The sicknessHangs heavy around my neck.I manage alone, the ache deeper still.How long must I face this alone?– E.M. Morgan
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Was This a Hoax? A love letter.
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Was this a hoax? A love letter. You pulled me inAgainst all my best effortsTo keep you at a distance.You wrapped my heartAround yoursUntil I couldn’t seeAnyone but you.And then you leftMe here to chaseSomeone else’s attention.If you need me, like you say,Show me. Show up for me.– E.M. Morgan
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Come Away With Me, My Love
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Come away with me, My love. Come away with me nowI don’t want you to whisperTo me with your eyes anymore.I want you to speak the words andLead me away from here. – E.M. Morgan
