Tag Archives: T. J. Morgan

Love, the Ocean

Your father salted my black-cold waves with his father’s urn. The dusting lit electric blue on the gargling wisps of whitecaps. He rode the Gulf Stream to Iceland and Africa and finally back to Ireland from the Carolina pier where … Continue reading

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Cigarettes

Through her smoked Newport smile my mother said my father was a piece of shit, but I didn’t believe her, so I yelled back, and she slapped me, so I slapped her and said I hated her. She was killed … Continue reading

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Son of a Skinhead

It was on his ribs: an ink tarp covering the cage of his beaten heart. I touched it like a fever and complimented the line work. We stood in the cold, Wal-Mart beer aisle and he lifted his shirt checking … Continue reading

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