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My name is Jeffrey Morel, and I'm a writer. I mostly write poetry, songs, fiction, screenplays, essays, and articles about subjects ranging from the personal to universal, like history, health, spirituality, psychedelics, ecotourism, and natural living. Here you'll find an archive of my past articles and publications, regular posts of poems and musings from my Substack Foraging for More, and ways to get in touch and support my work. [More About Me]
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Humans Are Like Mushrooms
Sometimes delicious, sometimes poisonous… Continue reading Humans Are Like Mushrooms
City of Angels Hanging
Can you hear the transplants' squawking?… Continue reading City of Angels Hanging
Death and Other Passions
Death is like all my passions I look forward to until it’s upon me then paralyze with fear of regret: Wasn’t there more I meant to do before the ultimate surrender? Then my solace is knowledge of the inevitable there will always be more but that doesn’t change the enough, one side’s loss is the… Continue reading Death and Other Passions
It’s Not Just Me
Have we lost the ability to connect with each other?… Continue reading It’s Not Just Me
Scared Because We’re Vulnerable
Or are we vulnerable because we're scared?… Continue reading Scared Because We’re Vulnerable
Lament From On High
Searching for words to explain the anguish I feel… Continue reading Lament From On High
Spirituality Hurts
Angling for Heaven by descending towards Hell. … Continue reading Spirituality Hurts
Time Is a Wheel
My ancestors lived through many days like these, Only their meals didn’t come with receipts. But the energy that cooked always came free And the thoughtful left breadcrumb journal entries. Time is a wheel, turning I am a bridge, burning. If you make it across, learning Blow me out and make a wish yearning. Then… Continue reading Time Is a Wheel
Comes and Goes in Phases
A poem of first frost in the forest… Continue reading Comes and Goes in Phases
Speck of the Initiate
The sun that dapples dancing through the willows… Continue reading Speck of the Initiate
Friends With the Strangeness
I’ve never met anyone like anyone else The more you know, the less we’re comparable, Each as unique as our pheromone smells Like each moment, endlessly Reproductive, repetitive, yet original in subtlety; I can’t let your dreams get to me. There are infinite sides of the bed to wake upon, Who’s to say which are… Continue reading Friends With the Strangeness