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Rachel Morgan

Rachel Morgan

Emerged

"If you were there, you know," Lauren Laverne said as she played out Emerge by FischerSpooner on her 6Music show at 10.30am on a cold…

Nov 19, 2019

Emerged

Nov 19, 2019

Rachel Morgan

The transformative power of baking

I’ve been baking. A lot. My wife and I ran a charity tea and cake event on Saturday and my Friday night/Saturday early morning was a cloud…

Sep 24, 2019

The transformative power of baking

Sep 24, 2019

Rachel Morgan

September flings off its jacket

There's always a moment when you notice the seasons change; last week it was my heating coming on automatically, kicking into life and…

Sep 16, 2019

September flings off its jacket

Sep 16, 2019

Rachel Morgan

On friendships

I watched two TV programmes in the past week, The Kominksy Method and the final season of Broad City, that were both such absolute love…

Apr 11, 2019

On friendships

Apr 11, 2019

Rachel Morgan

Time travelling: revisiting 2006

Music is the ultimate in time travel. Last week, a newspaper ran a feature on the life and times of Jenny Lewis' bangs (the essential kind…

Mar 20, 2019

Time travelling: revisiting 2006

Mar 20, 2019

Rachel Morgan

Hope and testimonials

The shop is the only view I have from my office. I never see a single customer visit, or see a single delivery. It’s kind of become my…

Aug 8, 2018

Aug 8, 2018

Rachel Morgan

School

Ruby Jacobs flicked an elastic band across the science lab with such deft, single-handed precision that it landed on Mary Jane’s cheek with…

Aug 7, 2018

Aug 7, 2018

Rachel Morgan

Valentine’s Day

A gentle touch of snow landed on the windscreen as they approached the layby. The engine puttered to a halt, the handbrake cranked. That…

Aug 7, 2018

Aug 7, 2018

Rachel Morgan

A bead of sweat.

They were on the seafront again. Any whisper of warmth these days and they were straight down there, Rod careering out of the drive in the…

Apr 4, 2018

Apr 4, 2018

Rachel Morgan

Fast-track

They walked out of the hotel lobby and into a warm bath of a day. Big Ben gleamed like a golden arrow. The soft breeze was a freshly…

Nov 3, 2017

Nov 3, 2017

Rachel Morgan

Rachel Morgan

Tea drinker, sea swimmer, poem writer, lover of plants. This is a space for essays and short fiction. My poems are over at http://raypoetry.blogspot.com

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