Four Poems
By Rebekah Morgan - May 27, 2019
Four Poems from Rebekah Morgan’s new poetry collection, Hotel Alexander (House of Vlad, 2019)
Read More >Heartbreak, Texas
By Rebekah Morgan - Jan 4, 2019
You are not the alarm clock and you are not the styrofoam cup, you are not this bed, or pillow, or the rug I bought today.
Read More >Blind Baby Pasta
By Rebekah Morgan - Jun 27, 2018
Pasta Man watches me drink some water and then crumples up his face at me, pulling his face back into his shaking head, saying “No, no, no, you gotta chew the chardonnay like a dog, baby.” I say “Shit Pasta you’re right,” then I take another gulp and make sure to chew my water.
Read More >Sweeney Frogs
By Rebekah Morgan - Mar 23, 2018
It’s summer time, but I’m down in the red like a peasant. I say ‘Wouldn’t you like some more wine’ to myself and drink straight out of the bottle. I look in the mirror hanging on the wall and my eyes are slits barely opened. I could have been born an avalanche but I am just a person with shaky hands.
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