When I am alone on the verge of sleep and covered in dark no longer cozy or comforting, I think of the dictionary locked in you, the words you would play to tease or teach, to engender pride or shame. I remember your weight on the edge of my bed, sinking, bending the mattress, pulling […]
Cecil Morris
Cecil Morris retired after teaching high school English for 37 years and now tries to write what he used to teach his students to understand and (he hopes) to enjoy. He and his indulgent partner, mother of their children, divide their year between the arid Central Valley of California and the cool Oregon coast. He has poems appearing in or forthcoming from Cimarron Review, Hole in the Head Review, New Verse News, Rust + Moth, Sugar House Review, Willawaw Journal, and other literary magazines.