Poetry and pain
He feels darkness. The push of cold wave against his chest. A hand pulls away—he sees it, but he does not think to grab it because the water is pressin…
Morgan Von Gunten
Sometimes, I don’t have good words to write. As I type this, I’m jittery—I had coffee this morning for the first time in a long time, and I haven’t eat…
Morgan Von Gunten
Though my enemies press in close My cup overflows I don’t know if you know this, but 2019 was probably the hardest year of my life. I started writing a…
Morgan Von Gunten
The following is the beginning of a supernatural/thriller I’m writing. This is a second draft, but I’m trying to get better at showing my work, and I t…
Morgan Von Gunten
So I did something over Thanksgiving break. I wrote and did edits on a draft of a short story. (Yes, it’s okay, you can zoom in and read it if you want…
Morgan Von Gunten
I don’t like it. But it’s habit to sit here, to stare. It’s habit to come up with a reason. It’s habit to rework it in my head. It’s habit to get angry…
Morgan Von Gunten
I was in an Uber with a CEO on the way to the Denver airport, and I had no idea what to talk about. The weather? Do I talk to the driver? So the view o…
Morgan Von Gunten
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