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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.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

"it's at night when we feed"

darkness - a twisted blanket --

whiskey and a blow-job
in raw light
of a waxing moon --

subtle serenade of cricket song
broken sporadically by soft rustle
of ground leaves --

[coyote circling perimeter
curious as scent
of lust and lush melt on the wind
ride into night]

a hint of semen on her lips
when she kisses me
whiskey fire
tongue on tongue --

now lying naked and drunk
in the grass
chasing stars across the sky --

poetry creeps
through shadow
and chews at our soul.

"the severity of the modern mind"

i had just sat down
for dinner
when the phone rang.

“to which god do you pray?”
asked the voice
on the other side.
“i guess to the one
with the best offer,”
i replied.

“excuse me?”

“well, pearly gates and eternal life
are swell and all,
but that one with all
the virgins waiting on you
sounds very tempting.”

“o.k., but you do underst…”

“you know how they
could make that more
take twelve or fourteen
of those virgins,
slap bikinis on ‘em,
put ‘em on the beach,
or in front of a tractor,
and make a calendar!
now that would get ‘em
more business!”

“excuse me?”

“and their pitchmen…
have you seen ‘em?
they’re either skinny, dirty
pink-o hippies with sandals and beards
or fat chinamen smiling like
they snuck out a fart in church!”

“sir, i must…”

“you know who they should get?
matt damon.
now there’s an american hero
for ya!
good lookin’ too.
i’d vote for him!”

“uh, thank you for your time, sir.”

we both hung up.

“who was it?” my wife asked,
dropping a pork chop bone
to her plate.

“oh, just someone doing a survey
about who we’d like to see
run for president next time.
do we have any more
mash potatoes?”

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

My new book, Songs of the Smudge Monkeys, is now available!!

"Sometimes, It's the Only Word"

I was printing a poem when the paper jammed.  Notice the one word not messed up.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

"it's snack time"

my daughter
gifted me
a crow feather
long and black
and bent
in a slight "s"
we surmised
it ripped
from his wing
by a hawk
mad dash
through the
into shadow
and then
as if on cue
red-tail alighted
on a bough
across the street
and we
sitting in grass
amid winter bees
and broken weeds
watched it
mouse or mole
too slow
ot too engrossed
two wings
as murder
watched cautiously
from diminutive
of january green
and i
that feather
bicep and rib
took my daughter
by the hand
and retreated
for cookies
and purple soda


the complexity
of a ladybug
is far more intriguing
than the simplicity
of a jet plane.

*     *     *     *     *

     oyster shells in a dessert
          are far more beautiful
               than sand in a sea.

*     *     *     *     *


"it's simple...you"

i need to devour your essence -

moonlight offers
a taste of ornate wine
sprinkled across your flesh -
                  i want to rest my head
on the cusp
of your pubic mound -

i need to absorb your breath -

moonlight offers
a taste or ornate wine
causing your soul to thresh -
                  i want to whisper poetry
where your torso
meets your thigh -

to fall away with you
through life -


to melt into you
in death -


a fire...
             burns its way...
                                                        the starlit sky -

Sunday, February 13, 2011

ALA Round 1 - 2/12/11

I attended Round One of the ALA "paint battles" held at Doo Gallery last night.  Here are a few photos of the event...

Friday, February 11, 2011

I am the featured poet in Target Audience Magazine.  Click the link below and then the link for the Winter 2011 issue at the left to read the article.


Thursday, February 3, 2011

The local media covered a night of poetry and music hosted by my friends, Bruce Gibson & Steve Moss, and me at Foxtale Book Shoppe in Woodstock, GA on Jan. 28.  Please click the link below to read the article.