Author Archives: Morgan Michael

I Was Not Found in A Suitcase…But I was named….

Posted on November 28, 2010 by
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By Michael Morgan I still see the images as though projected on a wall screen or a plasma T.V. set, super clear and detailed, the single gold fish in a bowl leaving an iridescent slick as it moved, the white screens around my bed.   I can still smell the coal tar disinfectant permeating the air,  the matron all in white, … Continue reading →

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Snail Man

Posted on November 25, 2010 by
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By Michael Morgan   Common speech, (if you can call speech common) whatever that may mean, often uses the name of a creature or an animal to describe a human quality, and generally as a class they are warm, active, sensitive, and have redeeming features –  but not always.  How often you have an intuitive gut feeling that some one … Continue reading →

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A Birthday To Remember

Posted on January 21, 2010 by
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Another birthday story. Continue reading →

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Homage To Frederick

Posted on January 20, 2010 by
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For fifty years every April llth, my birthday, I have taken from my bookshelf a small, blue, relief stamped volume, entitled “Life of Frank Buckland,” printed by Nelson.  Not a great book, but fascinating, a grand opening to a new world for a young man obsessed with learning. When I open this book it is with rememberance more than nostalgia, … Continue reading →

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I Held History In My Hand

Posted on August 20, 2009 by
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Tesserae.                                                                        Adamantine Rock. A Gift. Freeform fragment from the birth place of Artemis. My touching a 3000 B.C. surface gives an earth perfumed energy to my soul. Put next to my cheek the temperature of time gone makes me travel to a sacred land. In my minds eye, I see a wonderful breathing light. Did that Macedonian Greek, the last … Continue reading →

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