Tan Morgan

Rookie (29th September 1972 / Wales)

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Born into an Eastern religious cult and raised by feral dogs on a small Greek island whose waters were patrolled by Albanian gun-boats. Introduced to the Sapphic joys by a lesbian naturist with a motorbike. Taught self to read and did a degree in Old English Literature. Jobs have included cowboy, chambermaid, dam-builder, shawl-maker, farmhand, vet, zookeeper, proofreader, table dancer, book ... more »

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Branwen And The Starling

You were my shadow in the darkness
of the kneading-trough.
I taught you to speak, to love;
named you for the child I lost,
Gwern, my Gwern.

>> I might lose myself in the hills of Harlech,
>> leave you trapped;
>> I might haunt these woods along the shore
>> and not return.

My finger traced the scales of your foot,
threw me back ten years
to a bark gate and a sheep track
where I played barefoot on rock.

>> You sent me flapping at the wind's whim,
>> a voice above the waves - to taunt
>> forbidden ships - to save you;
>> but the ...

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