Morgan Strange
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New Poem: Glass Elevators Beyond the Lake of Fire
I know it’s been forever since I wrote a proper blog post, but my life has been both so chaotic and peaceful at the same time that I won’t even begin to get into it. Continue reading
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New Short Story – “Apex Predators Wanted: Puppet Strings Attached” [I try out a weird new format and reflect on a not-so-exciting trip to the city]
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“This one features the same unreliable narration style as many of the others, but it’s almost more of an essay or a series of personal reflections that lead to a penultimate conclusion.” Continue reading
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New Poem: “A Blood-Drenched Bed of Stars in Blackest Igvarmord”
Go on, don’t be afraid. Lay down on “A Blood-Drenched Bed of Stars in Blackest Igvarmord.” Continue reading
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Suddenly, I’m a poet . . . Here’s “The Catastrophic Meltdown of a Terrorboric Mass-Production Facility’s Got Nothing on DID”. Also, a lot of yelling about surgery and how I don’t like this planet.
“When I die I’ll go to heaven, because I’ve spent my time in Hell . . .” That quote stuck with me since the first day I saw it on tumblr, probably 10 years ago by now. Oh, if only I knew. Continue reading
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It’s almost my birthday. *insert fake joy here, along with more surgery reflections and ranting*
This coming Monday is my birthday, the last day of July. 731 Continue reading
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Breaking the Mold With A Poem Instead of a Story: Suicide Stargazers
I’m still in the middle of writing my next two stories, but I wrote a weird little poem with Xzyruz this morning instead. Continue reading
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At long last, lyrics for Wings of a Celestial. [Wormheart / Black Metal updates]
![At long last, lyrics for Wings of a Celestial. [Wormheart / Black Metal updates]](https://morgan-argor.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/Me-with-Guitar.jpg)
The only two things I was ever good at are writing weird stories and playing black metal. Continue reading
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From the Darkest Past
Like all of us, inevitably, Dead will someday fade into obscurity and no one will remember his name. But for now . . . Continue reading
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Be Quick or Be Dead [The 8th is Creeping Up on Me]
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When the masks melt into your face, you become a sad clown forever. I’ve always been more of a Joker. Continue reading
Recent Posts
- New Poem: The Kindness in a Stranger’s Eyes
- New Poem: Portals at the Heart of a Waning Summer Moon
- New Poem: Glass Elevators Beyond the Lake of Fire
- Photographs
- New Short Story – “Apex Predators Wanted: Puppet Strings Attached” [I try out a weird new format and reflect on a not-so-exciting trip to the city]