Morgana Miller

Joined January 2022

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Hi, Vocalverse :)
This is for Kayleigh Fraser's Get to Know Me challenge. Thanks for such a fun idea, Kayleigh! I'm too sleepy for proper intros and outros, but here are my 10:
By Morgana Miller3 months ago in Confessions
Top Story - September 2023
She Held HerselfTop Story - September 2023
As if she'd known A father's love Hewn from maple felled From boughs scraped high Once against the moon Whittled by His hilt-held knife
By Morgana Miller3 months ago in Poets
Top Story - August 2023
codependency, pt. iiTop Story - August 2023
When I sleep I dream you're gone from me, But I find you in a theater showing a movie we've already seen. I run out half-way through; you run after me
By Morgana Miller3 months ago in Poets
Top Story - August 2023
codependencyTop Story - August 2023
might i juxtapose your new repose spring to life like a wild grove find meaningless meaning in faith's trove while you sink into despair?
By Morgana Miller3 months ago in Poets
Ode to a Bay Window
For three years you poised, atilt, On wet wood-rotted beams to frame That strange fawn, big headphones on, biking daily down my street,
By Morgana Miller4 months ago in Poets
Top Story - July 2023
Dry LandTop Story - July 2023
My ribs hold an old war zone, Each vein is a fray, For they did snap like taut rope When I'd beg him to stay. My love was once a lush town,
By Morgana Miller4 months ago in Poets
The Calling
I sometimes heard a calling. Like skirts rustling on the floor above me—and I knew if I could plunge my fingers through the ceiling, I might touch the hem of the reason I am here.
By Morgana Miller7 months ago in Fiction
Partisan Science
After an airbag nearly killed me, I began asking questions about ways airbags could be safer for really short people. My friends responded:
By Morgana Miller7 months ago in Fiction
A Commodity of Hours
Your liberation looked like lazy X's in gesso—glossy wide brushstrokes, and no clocks on the walls. Mixing your colors right there on the canvas. Leaving the layers to dry without a fan.
By Morgana Miller7 months ago in Fiction
Top Story - May 2023
Co-Creating the ApocalypseTop Story - May 2023
Astrologers knew that 2020 was imminent. Typically not with much precision, mind you—although there were some predictions of a viral pandemic, and plenty of vague notions of accelerating social unrest. As an astrologer by birth and by training, I was raised to trust the stars. I have lived countless hours of my life in service to their study, collating their patterns and teasing apart their archetypes.
By Morgana Miller7 months ago in Journal
we were floridians
Do you remember the way the spanish moss hung stubbornly groundward in the wind? Drooping, gravity-bound, beyond the gnarled arms of
By Morgana Miller7 months ago in Poets
censor me
sometimes i hear (in my third ear) disrepute's song dishonor's tongue shameful like moans snaked under closed doors "quiet girl
By Morgana Miller7 months ago in Poets