Author: EM Morgan

  • he is like music – a poem

    he is like music – a poem

    he is like musicit rises and falls,this song.the rhythm moves mecarrying me past reason,this song. – E.M. Morgan Missing you tonight.

  • Contact Form & Comments

    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.…

  • My Name on Your Lips

    My Name on Your Lips

    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…

  • Things I Would Like to do With You – Love Letter #7

    Things I Would Like to do With You – Love Letter #7

    Things I Would Like to do With You – A love letter #7 There’s a vision of my future that seems so far away – improbable, even. After meeting you and fighting with myself over how I felt, I gave up. I realized a while ago how much I cared…

  • My 2024 Reading Challenge Books

    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…

  • How to be Open to Love When You’ve Been Hurt

    Lately there’s been a theme to my short stories, novels, and {terrible} poetry. While I can’t exactly say that my fiction or poetry is always biographical, there’s probably an element to all writing, for writers – that is in some form or fashion. It may not always be an exact…

  • Everything Makes Sense Again – A Short Story

    Everything makes sense again. But it took nearly a year before it did. Kurt simply left. No fanfare. No argument. No conversation. He was gone – just like that. All the shit he brought into my life, was left there for me to clean out and clean up. How like…

  • The Love We Both Deserve

    Find me again someday – if you’re free and you know what you want. I don’t want to be any man’s second choice or the person that entertains you when you’re bored and done chasing someone else’s attention. Find me again someday when I don’t have to fight so hard…

  • Stories from a Wild Heart

    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…

  • Excuse the Dust – Site Under Construction

    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