Angel Morton
Angel Morton is a Philadelphia-based writer with an MFA in English and Creative Writing. A published opinion writer, she's drawn to horror and poetry, and has long believed that writing is one of the most honest forms of self-examination there is. Ireland holds a special place in her creative life, and its landscape and mythology are a quiet but persistent source of inspiration.
Recent posts
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"Our Commitment to Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion is Evolving" - Voice Systems Engineering (2022)
A company blog post I authored announcing the launch of VSE's formal DEI program. The piece defines the three pillars of the initiative, outlines concrete organizational goals across policy, recruitment, education, and culture, and makes the case for DEI as a foundational business value rather than a corporate formality. Read it here: VSEINC
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The MRI Is for Stroke Patients
I spent days debating writing this, as I know my story is only one of many. However, that's the problem, it's one of millions when it should be the exception. Because of that, I've decided to add my voice to the millions across the country speaking out about the absurdities and abuses of the American healthcare system. Saturday, I was taken by ambulance to Jefferson Hospital on Frankford in Philad…
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The Waiting Castle
The castle sits silent on the hill Yet the evil that lies inside Jails all those who dare enter her. She works as a machine Stealing one's courage Until their sanity is gone. They cry in the night Unable to escape their own sleepless grave. Echos stranded in the rotting halls Waiting for an explanation Waiting to escape the crypt that holds them Mercilessly the castle serves as their tomb Voracio…
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The Sound of Waves
I struggle for the details - the sun, the beach, the salt I can see the party, your smile and the people talking Me My head becomes dizzy and the night starts to - I reach for more The walk, the house and fade - then darkness Pulled back by the sudden light I try to fit the pieces together Nothing is there as I dress and go downstairs You introduce me to your friends, and my confusion remains …
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Montana
She closed her suitcase and paused. With her hands resting on the luggage, she closed her eyes and sighed. For this moment, and this moment alone, she would allow herself to feel the emotions she’d compartmentalized for the past few weeks. In this moment, she felt the pain and anger that had consumed her from years before, but only for this moment. As she gathered her thoughts, she went over the m…
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Table Wine Happiness
Your happiness flows like wine Saturating your every move It drips off your lips And colors your world It’s ever plentiful Always there, a constant companion But my glass sits empty And I ache for a taste of the life you know To smile without thought To laugh contagiously To be free of the torment inside But alas, my bottle is dry
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Something
Your love now is as detached from me in the darkness Where I wait I give in to the unease that fills my head Wanting to release the anguish that permeates my insides But my messages to you go left unread My call goes unanswered yet again I can see the truth staring me in the eye I try and look away, but it follows me It knows. It knows And I know too Something within you has changed It's no…
