Articles By: M. Morford

Morf likes looking into the odd corners of life. Riding a bicycle down abandoned alleys, eating unpronounceable foods and talking to strangers are only a few favorite things.

Courage

It’s more than the cowardly lion from the Wizard of Oz It’s more than doing what everyone else does It’s more than putting on a uniform. Courage is our name For those times When we, and everyone around us, want more than anything to give up, When we know we are losing, But we keep going, We keep...

May 18th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Faith as a mathematical abstraction

$Faith as a mathematical abstraction$

Some people live their faith as if it were a mathematical abstraction. You’d think they’d never seen a star Or held a hand Or walked with a child. They live as if God Was a problem They thought they had solved— As if the answer were enough. There’s a world out there, A world we were put into, Not...

April 28th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Nobody Preaches the Gospel like Billie Holiday

What but that smoky, weary voice Could capture that never-slowing, never-met, hunger That looks—and lives—past The endless pain and betrayals We seem to heap upon each other? There is no prayer, Or even somber silence, That reaches, Reaches and never grasps, Like that silver-plated wailing That...

April 13th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Tonsils & Lies

A generation ago it was common to have children’s tonsils removed. There was no particular reason, though it was vaguely described as ‘preventative’ and, for whatever reason, was perhaps the first ‘trendy’ surgical procedure. And it came with a lie. Parents who were convinced of its necessity...

March 25th, 2013 | Essays, Featured | Read More

Is It Too Much To Ask?

Is it too much to ask That there would be one among us Who would let us know What real is, What Truth is, And what the deepest agreement With our own true selves Might be? We don’t need more rules Or another “chosen people.” We are good enough At making up rules And deciding who is, Or...

March 23rd, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

I Just Need Someone To Love Me

“I just need someone to love me,” she cried. As if her petition Held more weight because of its passion, And its desperation would somehow conjure up The kind of love she thought she wanted, But love is a strange gift. The strangest gift of all perhaps, which might be why we have children. To remind...

February 16th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Valentine’s Day

You could almost describe men as digital; a simple binary “yes/no,” “on/off” setting with, ultimately “do it or don’t do it” parameters is virtually always sufficient for the typical male. Women can have a thousand nuanced variations before, between, and beyond yes or no. The feminine...

February 14th, 2013 | Featured | Read More

Did God Say?

There’s an old Yiddish saying that God never says just one thing. His Truth, real, enduring, universal Truth is just too vast, too deep and too full for complete human understanding. It makes sense though; infinite Truth, by definition, must outstretch mortal, finite human categories and definitions. Human...

February 4th, 2013 | Featured | Read More

Transience Poem: The Letting Go

There are places I want to see; The Sinai desert, The Tibetan Plateau, The isolated, wind-swept islands Around Ireland and Scotland . . . And they all remind me That what I seem to long for, Beyond all human and earthly sense, Is the austere other-worldly edge between earth, sea and sky, the merging,...

February 3rd, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Life is my religion

“Life is my religion” he said, As if I, Or anyone Would immediately understand. And if I did, I might agree Or even understand enough to disagree. Sometimes In the middle of the night I feel surges Of what feels like Infinite electricity, As if I am one with Every living creature Who has ever walked...

January 12th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More