Author Archives: Susannah Morgan
Words
“It’s only Words, And words are all I have to take your heart away.” Remember that song? It was my anthem when I was studying English Literature in college. I marvel at the skill of the greats like Shakespeare, Byron, … Continue reading
Rooms, Walls, Duke Ellington and Me
I was flown out of that room by an old man at his piano who conjured a universe of melody and peace. Continue reading
I Want to be Special, But…
I want to be special too… Continue reading
Taps
Fare thee well, my friend. Continue reading
Sex, Love and War
I sit there looking at him, thinking that I’ve lost my mind, but won’t bother looking for it. Continue reading
Sergei, Charles, Snickers and The Big Kahuna
It’s late but too early for the witching hour. Continue reading
Wolves and Ghosts
It’s 3:00 A.m., the hour of the wolf, that time when I usually finish writing and go for a walk. I can hear a pack of coyotes yipping down the road as they run through the vacant lot where Mr. Sims, the German shepherd who owns me, has not been for 2 weeks. Continue reading
The Hole
It’s that time When the hole Left by your leaving Shows itself again. No longer deep black, It has a filmy opalescence, Flickering like candlelight Through a crystal glass Just beyond My tightly fitted shroud of grief. A doorway to another … Continue reading
For Tim…
He is the Pied Piper of the dark alleys, The tunnels and the dirty rooms Where the blood on the sheets has dried, In stained tribute to a child’s pain, Sold, to eat for one more day; Where the not quite dead are … Continue reading
Remembering Sam and Tristan…
“It’s not time to die yet.” Continue reading
For Samantha…
“It’s impossible to really die.” Continue reading
Discombobulated
I know, discombobulated isn’t a real word, but it’s been my adjective for feeling weird for years. I’m told there’s something in the ether, some cloud of chaotic emotion that is effecting people across the globe. It’s been a strange couple … Continue reading
Insults and Injury
It’s the first week of a new year and I don’t feel any different today than I did last week. I wish one of these New Years I could have an extaordinary revelation or at least a tingling or something on … Continue reading
Advice Without Consent
All of us have experiences that we’d prefer not to repeat. As a result, we want to advise our loved ones against falling prey to similar circumstances. We see our kids about to make the same mistakes we made; we advise, and … Continue reading
How to Bend Minds
It’s a P.R. world. Public Relations is the technology of communicating management policy in a way that has people adopting it as their own. Or simply, PR is the advertising that gets you to buy an agenda. Continue reading
Murder by Cigarette Paper
Ethel kicked him a few times to make sure he’d actually died before she phoned the police. Continue reading
Nobody Kissed Me First…..
Anybody in Congress kiss you first? Not me. Continue reading
Scorpios Month
What ever happened to,”Carpe Diem,” for God’s sake? Continue reading
It’s my party and I’ll swear if I want to.
..to all the illiterate pantywaists out there who want to return us to the 16th century, put political correctness above facts, who re-write dictionaires and re-define words to their own standars, it’s my party and I’ll swear if I want to. Continue reading