Marjorie H Morgan

Researcher - Writer - Playwright

Fiction & Poetry

Sep 7, 2023 | Poetry

Bloated

Stuck in this shape shifting space that inflates and deflates around me I am watchful, I am anxious, I am happy, I am still, I am …

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Sep 6, 2023 | Poetry

The Ages and Stages of Love

The Ages and Stages of Love by Marjorie H Morgan Are you sitting comfortably? Then we’ll begin … Let us travel together, into a …

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Jan 30, 2023 | Poetry

Same Difference

That happy person you see could be me, is me, is you. We are the same at different times in different places we all have the same …

Sep 15, 2022 | Poetry

Empty Cradle

Empty Cradle They rocked in unison both with an overwhelming sense of loss. The wind whistling softly down from the hills seemed …

Sep 6, 2022 | Fiction

Toddler Tantrums

“Look at me!” he demanded as they walked through the park. “I’m talking to you. This is important. Focus on me. Be present in this …

Aug 4, 2022 | Poetry

I am

I am … I am worryingly weaker than I think when I don’t want to be I am sometimes stronger than I think when I need to be I am …

Jun 29, 2022 | Fiction

Monday's Leap

Monday’s Leap (From Life in the Cracks by Marjorie H Morgan) For a moment the fear of what was behind him was forgotten while he …

Nov 18, 2021 | Poetry

Becoming Invisible

Becoming Invisible injustice inhabits history and is signposted backwards and forwards in skewed time emblazoned on your forehead …

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Sep 9, 2021 | Poetry

Two zero two zero

Two zero two zero global yet microscopic intersections of Covid clash with racism creating the perfect storm of shadowy …

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Sep 2, 2021 | Poetry

Emotional Clothes

Grief often slips between the stitches and becomes a second skin for an eternity. Comfort hugs tightly like a baby swaddled in a …

Mar 4, 2021 | Fiction

Lilly Coleman’s Masquerade

Lilly Coleman’s Masquerade ‘I can remember you, and I want you to remember me, the way it was in the age of the rituals and normal …

Jan 9, 2021 | Poetry

Mothers

A great mother hollowed by grief on the cusp of the darkest deepest descent into hell once bled these words I will not die today I …

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Feb 14, 2020 | Fiction

Love Letter

14 Feb 2018 A Love Letter – for Valentine’s Day I’ve had a long love affair with pens, paper, and books in particular. Ever since …

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Oct 16, 2018 | Fiction

Ego

“Come on!” Her voice was on the edge of shouting. I could see a touch of anger building in her eyes as she stared at me. …

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Jun 9, 2018 | Fiction

Jenny's Journey

“Jenny, where are you? Call me back, now! C’mon, Jenny. I’m getting worried now. Please. Call me.” There was urgency in his voice. …

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Dec 3, 2003 | Fiction

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and Stones Endings. ‘Mummy, what did she mean when she said I was different? What’s wrong with my nose? Mummy? Mummy? Why …