Thomas A. Morgan
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WoodcutA Poem by Thomas A. MorganIf when I finally appear in woodcut print and you’re still holding a match to find your way through the winter house stop to watch how the lov.. |
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New Mexico LavenderA Poem by Thomas A. MorganFields of New Mexico lavender before a summer storm seem an old-time place of fragrances and soft heat indeed, a theatre of colors enough to hasp yo.. |
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Desert BloomA Poem by Thomas A. MorganCold desert bloom gathers colors like lost-bird red and faded treacle, and varies the oasis of California. Time and sand canyons, endlessly baked an.. |
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Orange CountyA Poem by Thomas A. MorganI’ve walked through the orange groves that once were Everything to the dusty-hot landowners down here. I’ve listened to those boozy lost.. |
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At Encanto RanchA Poem by Thomas A. MorganAt Encanto Ranch hard shadows led the old race-winner horses as they clop the summer-hot trail along the mountainside toward the top. Terracotta-.. |
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Villa SongA Poem by Thomas A. MorganI’ll go where the rent horses lumber past and the night softness returns anciently: a place of old California built by hands that have fade.. |
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The Bog IndianA Poem by Thomas A. Morgancased in the sweet soft peat, in the meadow trough of a tractor’s pull, lay frozen the cold still Indian, fallen here in a late forgotten strug.. |
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Hunters in the FieldA Story by Thomas A. MorganPine trees and birches edge the wide pasture that slopes eastward from the road toward the mountain ranges we’re familiar with from maps. Mona.. |
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FawnskinA Story by Thomas A. MorganThe woman who picked me up at the bar was sound asleep and didn’t even stir when I got up from the bed and gathered my clothes off the floor and.. |
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Something Ancient, Something OldA Poem by Thomas A. MorganThese days there are ghosts and stonewalls that fade whispering into October smokelight hours, passing slowly o’er fields where a fragment o.. |
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