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Monday, October 1, 2012

An article I published on my thoughts in Kenya

I just dug up this article that I wrote for the WSU Signpost about one of my trips to Kenya some time ago!

Let me know what you think:


Cameron Morgan – Volunteering in Kenya and beyond   Feb 9, 2010
My published article on Kenya
Hey,

This is the column I published in the Signpost: Please read it!

A tale of two cities
By Cameron Morgan

Published: Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Updated: Wednesday, January 13, 2010
**Signpost columnist, Gina Barker, worked with Cameron Morgan in Kenya.

Nairobi, Kenya, is a tale of two cities. Walk its crowded streets and you might be surprised to hear the tormented teen vampire Edward courting clumsy Bella at a high-tech movie theater, the nostalgic smell of popcorn and chocolate more reminiscent of Ogden than the third world. Take a left or two and everything changes — you are in the Kibera slums. The smell of popcorn fades to the stink of sewage and garbage and you realize you are not in Kansas, or Utah, anymore.
Kenya is a hot spot for tourism. Its Great Rift Valley — specifically its lions, flamingos and zebras, attract westerners: Muzungus, from Europe and the United States. Tourists typically congregate in up-scale shopping malls and dance halls, but increasingly, so do middle-class Kenyans. Expensive shopping malls accommodate comparatively wealthy tourists, but are supported primarily by middle class Kenyans — a group gaining increased sway as its numbers grow. The Kenyan middle class and upper class defy the somewhat stereotypical notion of a universally starving and poor Kenya.The country’s elite, the top 10 percent who are most likely the friends and family of Kenya’s rulers, controls 34.9 percent of Kenya’s wealth. This wealthy group, when not investing their money in Swiss bank accounts, are helping to finance new banks, cafes and concert halls.

Wealthy Kenyans live well, sheltered behind gates, security guards and suites — these are not the emaciated women and children with bulging bellies, sad realities are amply covered by the major western news outlets. According to The Daily Nation, a Nairobi-based periodical, rich Kenyans are spending $534 million a year on lavish weddings alone. A sharp contrast to the millions of Kenyans who live on less than a dollar a day.

It is hard to dispute that Kenya’s elite is largely tainted by cronyism, nepotism and corruption — Kenya is consistently listed as one of the most corrupt countries in the world by the western governments and NGO’s. However, this shouldn’t discount the fact that distinct, albeit narrow segments of Kenyan society are living the capitalist dream.

Where does Kenya go from here? The country is the most stable and prosperous of its east African neighbors; its people are friendly and love Americans, especially Obama. It borders a failed state to its east, a country devastated by the messianic cult the Lord’s Resistance Army to the west, and a genocide and civil-war-ravaged Sudan to its north. Too many still starve in Kenya today; too many can’t afford to attend its supposedly free primary schools; too many face violence, a 40 percent unemployment rate and an uncertain future.

It is hard to say if Kenya will follow the economic path of the Asian nations like South Korea and Singapore or if perennial election violence and tribal hatreds will drag the country to the depths of a Somalia or Sudan. The next time water-bottle-wielding tourists stroll down the pock-marked streets of Nairobi, they may well hear the wail of Tchaikovsky’s violin in place of the sickening sounds of gunfire. This time I’m pulling for Edward and his obsessive audience, Kenya’s blooming middle class.

[from http://www.wsusignpost.com/editorial/a-tale-of-two-cities-1.1010680] -structure changed with copy and paste-read original there]

Thanks!
Cameron

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Eldritch

Strange how twilight leaves linger out-side my window pane,
Strange how each trembling moon dons its eldritch guise,
Strange how feral time-lurches violently forward,
Strange how mellifluous words ring hollow to empty tombs,
Strange how I awake, only to dream.

-Cameron
7-1-2012

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Health Care Law Upheld *BFD*

Friends,

I was elated when I saw that the Health Care Law (Obamacare) was upheld by the SCOTUS in a 5-4 decision today. The individual mandate (the glue-if you will-that holds together the law) was deemed constitutional as a tax, not as a extension of the commerce clause.

You can read the full ruling here (of especial interest is Justice Robert's ruling. He sided with the Liberal Wing of the SCOTUS):


What is most important is that these provisions survive:

-Insurance companies are prevented from dropping people with pre-existing conditions from their policies, or raising their rates because of their health history
-Kids with cancer or diabetes can still get insurance
-Young adults can stay on their parents' insurance until 26
-About 36 million more people will get subsidies so that they can buy health insurance
-Women can get free mammograms and other preventive care.
-Bottom line: Lives will be saved, money will be saved, and less people will have to file bankruptcy.


President Obama and his Democratic Colleagues in the House and Senate have made history with this law. I couldn't be more proud of this President. Obamacare has saved my life and will save many others.

In the words of Vice President Biden:

THIS IS A BIG FUCKING DEAL!

Best,

Cameron Morgan

Monday, June 25, 2012

The system isn't working

Friends,

Stream of consciousness:

What do we do, when we finally realize that the system isn't working? That the overriding and under-flowing system is simply out of whack and out of time? The tide of justice is barely reaching the rocks upon which we build our society. But every day, I feel, there is an up-swell that threatens the roots of normalcy. History has choked time and time again on the blood of martyrs, but has sputtered along. Somehow nations have arisen from the ashes of other like-same nations; somehow phoenix resiliency has shown its proud features amongst the devastation. But, should we hope for history to simply die, to lie dormant in the grave of change? Who will weep for the silent lilies- sprung from the bitter seeds of ululations and screams? Are we not better to reject the garments of the dead and to take up the shrouds of inchoate life? Is living nothing more than bone-bitten nails and biding time until boorish death arrives?

No, life is and should be beyond the necrophillic grasp of fear and apathy. Life is wonderment-scintillant, but, buried under freshly shoveled snow. It is time for the spring of our resolve to bring about the melting of our yolks and chains. It is time we recognize soft-fluttering present as the memorizing leviathan that it is. To embrace the dreams of equality, fraternity and sorority as we would the opium of gossip and sadness.

...When the indelible light filtering in-through the turbid windows of our souls, finally becomes impossible to ignore-that is when we are truly born.

-CM.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

The Affordable Care Act-biting my fingernails.

Friends,

I wanted to take some time to lay out my thoughts on the Affordable Care Act (Obama Care (s)) and the upcoming ruling by the Supreme Court , which may dismantle it.

I followed the current health care law since it's inception (spent many hours obsessively watching c-span). I was fascinated by the idea of historic health care reform-something that could save the lives of millions of uninsured and improve the lives of millions more individuals. I watched the back-room deal making (at the least the reporting of such) with some chagrin, but I held out hope for the final product. When the votes were cast and the bill passed-I was elated. I felt that the arc of history was finally bending toward justice and that America had become a more fair and moral country overall. 36 million set to receive insurance, kids with cancer will no longer be kicked off their health insurance plans, women will receive free preventative testing and care, the under insured can now shop in insurance exchanges. I had never been more proud to be an American (and a Democrat) in my life.

Many of those feelings still remain. The Health Care Law is a big reason why I so enthusiastically support the President and why the Republicans are anathema to me. I am proud that around 2.5 million youth have already received health insurance because of the bill: http://www.hhs.gov/news/press/2011pres/12/20111214b.html

I was allowed to stay on my mother's insurance while job searching because of the Health Care Law (and can remain until 26). A fact that gained importance when I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis last year. The Health Care Law, if it stands, will allow me to find insurance after 26 and to not be denied for my pre-existing condition. I am continually thankful for the President and the Democrats in Congress who have made my care more affordable and my life a little easier.

The bill, and now the law, was and is not perfect. I was advocate for the Public Option and was disappointed when the individual mandate took it's place (the Supreme Court may well decide that this mandate is unconstitutional as of Wednesday or Thursday). This said, I am a strong supporter of the law and am extremely anxious to see it upheld in its entirety.

If the Supreme Court finds the law, or major parts of the law, unconstitutional, more children will lose health insurance because of their cancers or diabetes. More young adults will have to go without health insurance. More women will have to pay for vital screenings and many more women will forgo such screenings. More hard working Americans will declare bankruptcy due to a major and unexpected illness-to no fault of their own (due to lack of health insurance, which fewer and fewer employers provide).

I am a testament to the Health Care Law's positive aspects. I urge the Supreme Court (since they assuredly read my blog!) to uphold the law. Millions of Americans will thank you in the end.

Thanks for reading,

Cameron Morgan




Thursday, June 21, 2012

Fever Dreams

Friends,

Many of you have already bought a copy of my first book of poems, 'Ephemeron'. If you are one of those people, thank you. If not, don't worry, you can buy it here: http://www.wordclay.com/BookStore/BookStoreBookDetails.aspx?bookid=70747

Here is one of the featured poems in 'Ephemeron': Fever Dreams (I)

Fever Dreams I

I’m sorry to cut it short-

Us short-

Tonight I’ll dream

Of you-

Of us-

In Fever Dreams-

I’ll wake up

And shout something

To the stoic walls-

My head will hit the

Pillow like a

Coffin

And the sounds of

death will be

Known to me-

I’m sorry to be so short-

My temper-

So short-

I don’t scream to bend,

Break, or exhaust you-

To feel-

I scream to feel-

To test a half-dead love

And give it life-

Are we… half—dead?

The night is colder…
But what does it mean?

I don’t like being short-

Short of ideas-

To turn this around-

I’ve touched the ceiling,

Thumb-bent, palm-out-

All the night it seems

Seems I still have nothing-

Can’t forget the laugh

Of Dreams past- still shutter

When my eyelids flutter

To the jaundiced light of day-

Sweat mats my hair

Stings my eyes,

And I long for the brief Respite, when-

The father of lies

Left his mark upon my eyes,

I-know his name-

Sandman- oh, God

What a lover!

I am short-

Sure, short on words.

I am sorry to be –short-

So short, as to be

A child to a towering world

Short on Promise,

I am shorn of strength-

No longer like staring

At the chest of life,

Yearning for solidarity

Solid, sure, -tall-
TALL… that’s what they want-

Stretching their muscles

And fusing their hands—

Tall, I want to look into their eyes-

His eyes,

I wrap the blanket,

Like a burial gown ‘round my waist-

Wish we could stay-

Short,

Short on Time-

Short on Promise

Short…

On Life

Sorry.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Free Will and Personality

***This is a Work in progress. I will add sources as I come across them. Many of the following arguments are simply philosophical while some have a strong basis in research.

Friends,

Recent events galvanized me to start pondering about what makes each of us 'human' and where the 'us-ness' comes from. This thought pattern arose from seeing an individual that I have known well, transform into a person, antipodal (in a negative sense) to what they were before [name and identifying characteristics omitted-for now], with the help of mind-altering substances. I hope this is a short term change, but I fear that this may not be so.

It is apparent that said incident has generated more distress in me than I have admitted and thus writing will serve as my outlet and a balm to my spirits.

I digress,

Personality:

Where does personality come from and what makes us,'us'. The word personality is derived from the Latin term persona, which roughly translates to 'mask'. So, our personalities originally were seen as the mask that we wear in society, and not today's definition that is more akin to a long-lasting set of beliefs, opinions and guiding moires that influence how we interact with society. The latter definition seems more fitting with our current understanding of a personality and, more vaguely, our understanding of 'consciousness'.

So, where does a 'personality' come from and what is 'consciousness'. From a rudimentary standpoint, it is clear that personalities are the overt representations of what makes us, 'us'. The antiquated belief on this matter (which still persists) is that personality is derived from ones' animus or soul. That line of thought went that humans are an empty vessel, a 'mation'-sans the 'auto'-that cannot function without the essence of a pre-conceived and pre-crafted soul. This soul was said to be created by one of many Gods, or to be a product of the eternal energy of the universe, or to be the essence of some celestial force or another (and et cetera et cetera) . I won't concentrate on this line of belief (that persists in religious theology today) as I am a follower of science in general, and reason and empiricism in particular ( and thus subscribe to Monism and the evolutionary beginnings of humankind).


Neuroscience and the Brain:

The preponderance of evidence in the canon of neuroscience research has demonstrated that the brain, not the soul, is the main progenitor of human activity and human thought (or at least that science need not refer to an abstract soul to explain human behavior-parsimony plays a role here). The billions (if not trillions) of communicative neurons that make up our brain determine our actions (or possibly vice versa?) via their neurochemical and neuroelectrical signals. I won't go in to the wonky details (consult a neuroscience or bio psychology textbook for this), but it is clear that neuronal interactions with receptors on specific proteins goad our bodies into movement and shape and informs our personalities. For an overview of neuronal processes and how thought and various actions occur, you can check out this free online neuroscience textbook: http://neuroscience.uth.tmc.edu/

Choice and the brain as a 'puppet-master':

Trying to discern 'choice and free will' in the context of biology is a tricky subject, as the question always arises, 'do we will our finger to move, thus causing neuronal activity to occur and said finger to move?' or 'Does a set of particular neurons fire first, inspiring our will to move, and thus resulting in the action of said finger (s) moving?' The same question can be (and should be) extrapolated to cover the formation and execution of 'abstract thoughts' and 'ethical norms'. Do we will our brain to commit charitable actions or to indulge in heinous crimes? Or does our brain make the decision for us, before we are cognizant of said decision being made (us=the conscious, 'us')?

Research:

Interesting research leans us far closer to the latter assertion, that is that our neuronal firing determines our decision-making. A new study by Fried, et al. (2011) suggested that neuronal firing preceded the 'self-initiation of movements'. And that, furthermore, researchers could detect with 90% certainty what decisions (in regards to movement) each individual was set to make, before they consciously made them (or decided to make them). You can read the fascinating article here: http://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0896627310010822

Benjamin Libet (1999) also found that brain activity preceded and predicted a certain action (and one's conscious decision to initiate said action), demonstrating that our thoughts are not initiated voluntarily. http://www.centenary.edu/attachments/philosophy/aizawa/courses/intros2009/libetjcs1999.pdf

Injury and personality change:

Additionally, it is clear, that when brain states are altered, personality is altered as well (further demonstrating that the brain is in control). For instance, individuals with a damaged pre-frontal cortex may become more impulsive and more inclined to take risks than before their injury occurred. http://www.neuroskills.com/brain-injury/frontal-lobes.php Those with certain types of Hippocampal injuries can forget rote facts as fast as they learn and forget vital memories which previously formed their personalities. One common example of a personality-altering disease is, Alzheimer's Disease, where individuals may suffer a complete change in personality. Drugs and Alcohol can also facilitate dramatic personality changes in individuals by damaging or destroying brain tissue and by dramatically altering baseline neurotransmitter levels in an individual. http://healthland.time.com/2011/10/03/want-to-feel-younger-more-open-magic-mushrooms-trigger-lasting-personality-change/

And here is a negative example of said alteration: http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2008/04/080403183048.htm


Nature and Nurture:

Thus it appears reasonable to assume that the brain is the 'progenitor'-if you will- and facilitator of all human activity. Genetics isn't everything of course, environmental influences can and do have a dramatic affect on the development of the brain and the manifestation, or lack thereof, of certain genes and other genetic pre-dispositions. For instance, one may be born with a lack of empathy and other characteristics of Anti-Social Personality (Psychopathy), but that individual doesn't necessarily become a murderer or even a greedy hedge fund manager. Perhaps, if one was raised in just the right loving, stable and healthy environment where specific negative traits took the 'back-seat' to fostering compassion and an honest work ethic (while maybe, not feeling true empathy or compassion), one could advance in society and become a pro-active member of said society. Whereas the same individual, raised as a child soldier, may note that his/her negative biological traits are exacerbated and fostered by and through killing, raping or other crimes. One's environment is fundamental to the development of one's personality-indeed,it is necessary, but not sufficient. The brain and the environment work in tandem to make us 'us.

Choice and love:

Are we slaves then, to our brains and to a largely unwieldy and uncontrollable world? I would posit a qualified yes, as in we are slaves only in the sense that we had no hand in creating our brains and cannot chose what foundation we have to build upon. We can make conscious choices to better our lives, but only if we have the 'brain capacity' to do so. We cannot do so if we are missing our pre-frontal lobes or have other deficient or defective judgement centers. Most of us feel, reasonably so, that we can manage addictions and stop bad habits by changing our thoughts (this is fundamental to counseling). This is a very true assertion, for the most of us. But, to a certain extent, there will always be a substantial segment of the population who will lack empathy, or who will suffer from a paucity of proper judgement, who will be inclined to take risks, or who will be oriented toward anti-social traits, or who will be inclined toward the expression of narcissistic traits and/or the committing of crimes. Many of these individuals can be helped by counseling an/or medications, but many more will receive only limited benefit from these therapies.

So, can we and should we love those who are different than they used to be in every significant way? Should we love those who once were kind, compassionate, friendly and hopeful, but have become the Jekyll's of all things self-serving, introverted and irritable/ornery? The point being, is what makes our loved ones and our friends, themselves? Will they always be themselves even when only a fraction of their prior personality remains? What if one's mother was given a full brain transplant, would she still be one's mother or a stranger in a unfamiliar shell?

I honestly do not know the answer to this question and I'm not sure that there is a universal answer. Maybe, the love and friendship once felt could be replaced with a understanding detente and possibly an appreciation of the affected individual's new personality.

Justice and Choice:

What about the aforementioned discussion on responsibility and traditional justice? Can an individual with Anti-Social Personality and an abnormal Hippocampus/Pre-frontal Cortex be held to the same standards of justice as an individual with more healthy, functioning organelles? And how do we determine who can or cannot be held to said standards-besides relying solely on the 'insanity' defense. There is a lot to discuss here and again the answers are few and far between. Individuals like Ferdinand D.Schoeman have suggested the possibility of quarantining those that are dangerous to society, especially the criminally dangerous. I am inclined to think that this approach is not only not a palatable alternative to many in society, but also simply 'passes the buck' in regards to finding a tenable solution to this issue.

Should we then go the route of genetic testing and counseling to help predict and/or mitigate criminality? An individual proclaimed to be 'at risk' at birth could be placed in an especially stimulating and comforting environment and receive counseling/medication from an early age. This is a more humane route, but may also lead to selective abortions for those who fit the criteria for 'likely future criminal'. Additionally, determining who will become a criminal later in life is incredibly difficult seeing that numerous genetic and environmental factors play a role in bringing about the expression of criminality. We are many years from this level of ingenuity.

There is also the distinct possibility that with some, such as inchoate 'pschopaths' there may not be many viable treatments available: http://www.nytimes.com/2012/05/13/magazine/can-you-call-a-9-year-old-a-psychopath.html?pagewanted=all

I just wanted to stimulate a conversation. I may bring up many of these issues again in the future.

For now,

Auf Wiedersehn.

For further reference, read Sam Harris's "Free Will".

Monday, June 11, 2012

When she speaks...

As I ebb in the tide of another reverie, I ponder her. She would be the death of me, if death was not callous, was not selfish; if death was a indefatigable gift. She would be life, if life was not suffering, was not unsteady; if life was a brook that need not babble, but flowed mellifluously.

She would be love, if love was not confined, was not bound; if love could eve mimic her tender sounds.

Oh, but when she speaks, God is silent.

And so, my words are deaf to the tones of anything, save her September voice.

And so, she will inspire the magnificence of my dreams, and the paucity of my words.

And so, tepid etchings will not bring her back to me. Will not spur her heart to beat to the stanzas I lay bare at her feet.

And as I dream now, of her peerless face, I whisper (and always shall), requiescat in pace.

Goodbye.




Tuesday, May 22, 2012

On life...stream of consciousness

Life is...complicated nowadays. I am torn between the unending dreams of all things ephemeral, and the ever dying lithoid moments that define my existence. I am continually fascinated by the banal, by the painfully ordinary; I am struck by the dull chords of guttural voices and the ugly reflections of turbid water. Cannot help but scream-sing pointlessly at the shower head or monomaniacal moon. Sometimes, I even strain tinnitus-stricken ear drums to hear their reply. But, like the days and the loves lost, their rejoinder is but the last gasp of long dying stars, lost to cold-dead space. And so it is that I define the most meaningful moments with blundering, mute words. I am a blank statue to the passing days, a tarnished beach bleached black with the shales of inaction. I tremble at tones that rise above a whisper of coherence.

So, I look for her in strange places, Glimpsing heaven in the bordellos of my soul. I yearn for the tender kiss of her interest, but taste indifference in her stead. I wake in the morning still en-wrapped in bitter-wonderful dreams. I dream of her, devoid of coffin confines, sans desolation, sans that awkward, unknowing look in the daylight. I sometimes dream while standing, dream-pang for an Annabel Lee to mumble J'taimes to at water's edge. To mutter memento mori when she again forgets my name. She was nonpareil, or would've been if I ever knew her. I've only known her at the street corners and in the shelters of the morgue. She only smiles when the light flashes jaundice yellow, only flushes at red. She is the thirsty root of exotic trees, and that is why I will always love her, and never know her.

Perhaps, I should stop looking. Float like the lilies on strangled lakes and simply soak in the sun of an imperfect, but ever-radiant life. But, I know that I'll always struggle. Struggle to understand the opium of the intangible, struggle to discern the demarcation of day and dreams. And know, that I am forever bound to navigate the tattered seams of those beautiful beautiful memories.

-Cameron

Sunday, May 13, 2012

In Support of Marriage Equality

Friends,

I have previously written about and spoken of my support of Marriage Equality and equal rights for the LGBTQ community. So, it is easy to understand that I was and am elated about President Obama's recent endorsement of Same-sex marriage. This announcement was historic, as Mr. Obama became the first sitting President to issue such a sweeping endorsement. The President has already made history as the 1st African American President and as the first President in several decades to sign into law sweeping health care reform. That said, I am under no illusion that Mr. Obama is perfect or that he is everything we liberals want him to be, but he has displayed undeniable courage and exemplary leadership through out his first term (4 more years!). For Mr. Obama's service to the LGBTQ community, and more importantly: his contributions to overall equality, I say, 'thank you and Bravo Mr. President'.

Which brings me to arguments against same-sex marriage...

While wthe Melissa Harris-Perry Show the Saturday before last, I came across an interesting counter-argument to the assertion that 'traditional marriage' is immutable and hasn't been changed in some hundreds of years (and thus shouldn't be changed). The discussion by Melissa and her guests focused on the fact that marriage today is not the direct descendant of marriages past, but an evolution and a drastic alteration from its prior forms. The argument followed that marriage used to be an arrangement of convenience and patriarchy and was often puppeted by parents and/relatives. Marriage was not a union between two loving couples, but a societal expectation and a vehicle by which one could advance in society. Marriages were also a male-dominated arrangement by which men called all of the shots and women were expected to be seen and not heard.

Obviously, marriage has changed in the western world and is seen as a partnership of equals (for the most part, though patriarchal dominance most assuredly persists in many marriages). Marriage is a consistently oscillating institution and is a seemingly fragile one at that. The argument that marriage is an inexorable institution defined by an unchangeable mandate from God, falls flat in the face of logic (and thus falls flat as an excuse to deny the Homosexuals the right to marry).

But more importantly, separate is simply not equal. One cannot simply say, 'give gays and lesbians all equal rights, excluding marriage' without falling into paradox. Marriage equality is essential to ensuring that the LGBTQ community receive equal rights commensurate with those that heterosexuals receive. Un-married Homosexual couples have to pay thousands more to raise children, file taxes, buy health insurance and do not receive the same Social Security benefits and retirement benefits as many heterosexual couples: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/03/your-money/03money.html?pagewanted=all


Many on the opposing side of history will make the claim that states have all voted down same-sex marriage when it is put to the ballot. This claim is fair to the extent that one believes that basic civil rights should be put to ballot. If one believes erroneously that one group of people should subjugate and discriminate against another group at the ballot box. We have already seen that separate cannot be equal when it comes to marriage equality, so a rational thinker cannot countenance a return to the antiquated ideas that spawned Miscegenation and intolerance. This image from Wikipedia documents that many states in the South hadn't allowed Blacks and Whites to marry until after June 12, 1967: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:US_miscegenation.svg. Thusly, we cannot rely on the average voter to come to the conclusion that segregation and discrimination are wrong. Sometimes the courts and the legislatures of various states have to push the populace to the right conclusion.

Thanks for reading!

All the best,

Cameron

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Hey Friends,

It has been awhile since I have posted on here, but I wanted to share some new poems. As you may know, I released a self-published poetry book via Wordclay called, 'Ephemeron'. I hosted a very successful book release party a few weeks ago and sold out of all of my hard copies. Thank you for all of your support!

You can still pick up a copy of 'Ephemeron' here: http://www.wordclay.com/BookStore/BookStoreBookDetails.aspx?bookid=70747

Here is one of my newest poems (not featured in Ephemeron), it is called 'Opiate Dreams' -first draft, written  on 1-26-12:

This house is haunted love,
Decrepit and derelict,
We are directed by daemons to the sad
State of today,
And your eyes
Tired-green eidolons
Flicker like grim
Lamp-light about the
Harsh contours of my face,
 Finding it harder
To swear fidelity to the burdensome
Neighbors of present and past,
Our minds and cold hands entwined
Like opium and dreams,
Doppelgangers of life too
Turbid to comprehend.

Oh, but I live for the morning,
Torn from mourning,
When we gaze with gaunt
Eyes at one another
When love and lingering
Illuminate the nascent day,
When you speak in signs
And sonnets and signal
Such... beautiful things,
And when rhythm and rhyme
Fail to encapsulate
Every look
 and the
Music of love mutes
The inexorable screams
Of buried past and interned dreams.

Thanks for reading!

Best,

Cameron Morgan