Tate Morgan : Writing

Why?

Why?

A Poem by Tate Morgan


We tend to be so predictable as a species. Predatory to the core. Yet here and there I see hope of evolution taking a kinder approach. Lets Hope befo..
Childhood Nights

Childhood Nights

A Poem by Tate Morgan


How sweet our former lives.
Bottle of Rain

Bottle of Rain

A Poem by Tate Morgan


The end of one love is the beginning of another.
The Secret

The Secret

A Poem by Tate Morgan


A Dream
A Lesson Learned

A Lesson Learned

A Poem by Tate Morgan


How kind her teared eyes that hid the truth; from the lips that would never confess.
My Dream

My Dream

A Story by Tate Morgan


I'll tell you my dream come true. For all of us.

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