A collage of two photos with a pink and orange decorative background. The first photo features a woman with curly hair, glasses, wearing a pink polka-dot sleeveless top and jeans, standing outdoors with a scenic green landscape behind her. The second photo shows a man with a young girl sitting on a step outside a house with white siding and a lattice window, with the man holding the girl and both looking at each other.

Welcome to My Blog

There is nothing more I like than yapping. This is a space where I share poems, short stories, and spiels about my life as a displaced appalachian.

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First Scene I Ever Wrote
Teresa Morrow Teresa Morrow

First Scene I Ever Wrote

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Meet the Gods Who Shaped My World
Teresa Morrow Teresa Morrow

Meet the Gods Who Shaped My World

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Maps of Xenia
Teresa Morrow Teresa Morrow

Maps of Xenia

I talk about how my book’s map has evolved, starting with hand-drawn renditions with pencil and paper, ending with my most recent rendition painted on my iPad in Procreate.

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once lost, now found
Teresa Morrow Teresa Morrow

once lost, now found

I wrote this poem in 2016 after my first niece was born. There was a part of me that never wanted to go back home, and as I have aged that part of me has gotten smaller and smaller. She is now 8 and has a younger sister. I dedicate this poem to them. May they never lose their accent, their love of the mountains, or each other.

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momma’s windchimes
Poetry Teresa Morrow Poetry Teresa Morrow

momma’s windchimes

There’s nothing I love more than the song of windchimes. When I lived at home, the best naps were taken when the windows were up, curtains blowing in the wind, and my momma’s windchimes singing me to sleep.

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9/11/2001
Teresa Morrow Teresa Morrow

9/11/2001

It has been 24 years since 9/11. I had been thinking about it a lot recently, and couldn’t get my memories to make sense, so I went straight to a source I knew I could trust—my momma.

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