• Killing Me Softly With His Song

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    EM Morgan

    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”

  • The Scent of a Campfire – A poem

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    EM Morgan

    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…

  • La Reina by Pablo Neruda

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    EM Morgan

    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…

  • Microdosing Fiction – The Vow

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    EM Morgan

    When she was 6, her dad called her a bitch and then hit her so hard, she was hospitalized. He went to jail. India would spend much of her life convinced she was unlovable. She made a vow then – she’d never trust anyone – ever. When India was twenty-six,…

  • Like Whiskey in a Teacup

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    EM Morgan

    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…

Stories From a Wild Heart

“If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.” ~ Toni Morrison

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