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Withering Cedars, Georgia, United States
My name is Tim Morris. I currently dwell in Northwest Georgia on my estate, Withering Cedars, nestled at the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, with my lovely wife and two beautiful daughters, where I teach high school American literature. I have been writing poetry for the majority of my life. I write about what I see around me. When asked, I describe my style as "realist romantic surrealism". The environment, sex, jazz, religion, politics, family, etc., are the subjects on which I tend to focus. When I am not writing, I play the banjo, didgeridoo, or drums or wander aimlessly shooting odd objects with my camera.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010



she drinks cider
while she paints;
apple cider from vermont
(i didn’t know they had apples
in vermont).

with each sip
her strokes grow looser;
the colors flowing across
the canvas
like a plague.

and i,
i drink rum
as i put pencil to paper,
dragging graphite
across the lines like
a cancer across skin.

we never peek
at each other’s work
until our tools
rest on the table.

but later,
we’ll be naked
and not hesitant to examine
the intricacies of each other’s soul
while the crickets
serenade the moon
with their beautiful,
beautiful songs.

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