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One of my favorite games as a child, was "copying books". That is what my best friend and I would call it. We would sit downstairs at an old dark table and literally copy our favorite books. We would create a little booklet of paper, fold and staple it, and transfer the writing (my job) as well as the illustrations (his job).

I've loved books since I was so young all I could do was point at the pretty pictures and say "oooo". This love has only grown stronger through the years, and while I do not "copy books" that I love any longer, I am an avid reader. I have so many favorites it's hard to pass a bookstore. My bestest gift would be... a library. :)

So I am slowly working on creating one. With books I've written, and many more that I've read.

Here is "the short bio" the one that accompanies the many submissions to agents and publishers. Below that you will find my accompliments and maybe a peek at a poem or short story to whet the apatite.

Kerry A. Morgan has a number of publishing credits in Zines and Anthologies. She has a published novel called The Astral Avenger. Her first book was published in 2000 called The Spirit Dragon for kids dealing with bullies. She has a heavy background in the martial arts style of Uechi ryu, and teaches it as well. She is currently the Dark Poetry Editor for SNM Horror Magazine an online publication. Kerry is also member of Broad Universe and enjoys helping the New England Horror Writer‘s Association.

Two of my favorite works were published in a book titled The Ladies of Horror 2009. It is an anthology with many talented authors. My contributions were; The Lake, and Astral Assasin.

"Lake Pleasant in New Hampshire has a diabolical history. It has been known to change people, and alter the area around it. Is there something inside the Lake? Can the witch~healer Jane save one of the historial societies daughters before it's too late?"

"Angela Mystique, assassin extraordinaire. Her adventures never cease. This time she finds herself deep within the bowels of a castle to avenge a young woman mutilated and killed by her own father, but will Angela need avenging herself by the time this job is over?"

Other featured authors in the book: P.D. Williams; Elyse Draper; Shells Walter; Chris Bartholomew; Dora Badger; Tonia Brown; L.B. Goddard; Jezzy Wolfe; Lisa Kessler

CREATURE FEATURE is another anthology where a short work titled "Earthen Demons" was published by The House of Horror! It can by found on AMAZON.COM along with any other book listed here as well. Earthen Demons is a creepy little tale about what lightening might really bring about...

"Brothers" is a wonderfull haunting tale. It was published in the Anthology created by the ezine SNMHORRORMAG.COM. This is also where I am the editor for Dark Poetry, a position that I love to contribute a poem each month to, as well as choose what is published. Steven Nicholas Marchall, hence the name of the ezine is a great friend and mentor to all things horrific.

These are just some of the short works I have had published in the years. Little White Crosses, a tale about spirits stuck on this earthly plain by the corsses left on the side of the road was published in the eigth issue of The Monsters Next Door.

The two book covers on the home page are the covers of my two published novels. Read more below!

The Spirit Dragon

MoonFire Publishing

This is the story of a young boy, overweight, terribly lonely, and dealing with schoolyard bullies. Three very special friends emerge from his dreams to lead him to a sacred place, a Dojo, where he learns karate, and even more about himself.

This work is the first in a trilogy. The second book of the trilogy, Minding the Tiger is finished and in the editing stage.

The ASTRAL AVENGER . This work is finished and published by Eloquent books. The cover art for the book is pictured above. This novel features a woman with a knack for astral travel with a passionate hunger for vengeance of the innocent. This story is of the urban fantasy genre laced with supernatural twists.

The sequel The Astral Angel is almost finished! It is an exciting character to write and you can find much more about Angela on the "Created Peeps" page coming soon.

AND NOW FOR OUR FEATURED POEM AND SHORT WORK!

Sanchin

Sanchin isn’t in your feet.

Sanchin isn’t in your knees.

Sanchin isn’t in the tuck of your hips,

Not even in your elbow grease

Sanchin isn’t held in your arms,

Nor is it in your fingertips

You might try, the look in the eye

But you won’t find sanchin.

The only way to find sanchin,

Is to know these things combined.

Sanchin is the way we stand to create optimal health in our bodies, so that when we stand in that position we are physical and mentally as well as electrically energetically balanced within our bodies as discovered many a century ago.

The Master and the Boy

Far below in the village of Xing-Tao a group of children were kicking a small ball around with their bare feet. They giggled and watched as one of their own ran up the winding dirt path leading up to the top of the Sacred Mountain at the Master‘s heels. Each day one of the young boys got to follow the Master up the long winding path to watch his workout. Though Master never called it a workout, he called it his Art.

This day, the boy was excited for he knew it was his turn to go up the mountain. He dressed appropriately, securing his robes within his soft white boots wrapping them around his feet up to his calves. They were very comfortable. This boy was not playing ball in his bare feet today.

Each boy who received the honor of accompanying the Master, knew he should watch with discipline and not pester the Master with questions. When children showed the Master they had enough discipline to be quiet, they might also be considered to become a student of the Master’s Art.

Not many children demonstrated such discipline because of the amazing feat the Master performed in conclusion. Every child yearned to become a student of the Master, just so they could learn the secrets of the Master‘s Art, but when they saw the end, they always had to ask how he did it.

The boy followed the Master closely, and kept quiet. The Master never spoke, but his dark eyes sparkled so.

Finally they reached the top of the mountain. The boy was winded with the long journey of smooth white soil packed enough by the wear of lightly booted feet. The path curved up at the edges, yet pressured enough in the middle to stay intact.

The Master closed his eyes and breathed deeply, seeming to inhale the colors of the earth and sky around him. How close the boy was to the actual truth he couldn’t have fathomed at that moment.

The young boy examined the area. The two had arrived at a beautiful rock garden on the top of the mountain. Well worn stones were surrounded by carefully groomed grass. Little patches of grass which could not be caught, poked threw the center stones showing their age. Yellowed, but not cracked, the stones provided a relatively smooth surface.

The stones created a circle, that looked very similar to the Chinese knot work the boy had seen on occasion. A short rock wall protected the little green guardians and stone circle almost all the way around. The boy found it curious that the wall ended at the edge of the sheer rock cliff of the Sacred Mountain. One wrong move and you would fall right into the mouth of the great beyond.

The Master walked silently, out to the center of the stones. Turning to face the boy, He closed his eyes and bowed. The boy knew the Master was about to begin his Art. Gently, the Master brought his hands together, clearly breathing deeply, appearing to enjoy the moment of peaceful being.

Imperceptibly quickly His hands then went before him, into what looked like tiger paws wrapping around prey recently caught.

His hands didn’t waver. He held the air in his grip, not the other way around. His left foot was before him, his toes pointed inward a little. It wasn‘t until that moment that the boy realized the Master‘s feet were bare.

His hands then moved between each other, their motion too quick for the boys eyes to comprehend. They moved as if threw swift water, though he guided the water’s flow, not the other way around.

The boy noted that the Master’s eyes still had not opened. How could he know where he was? He continued to watch, fascinated knowing, one wrong move and, he couldn‘t fathom what would happen.

The Master stepped back, pivoting to his right, somehow placing himself with his left foot forward again. So far so good, but the Master was perilously close to the edge.

The Master smoothed the air before him in a great arc, keeping his elbows close to his body. It resembled a half circle to the boy’s untrained eyes. The Master commanded the motion, not the other way around.

The Master stepped backward again, his eyes remaining closed. With his left foot forward, he performed a left arcing circle. Suddenly he stepped forward pivoting to his left once again, with an open hand arcing the air. He commanded the area before him as well as behind, not the other way around.

The Master stepped back, and again, and again, circling the air in front of him, bringing up his knee to protect his internal body. Now the Master was so close to the edge of the cliff, the boy stood up, afraid. But the Master commanded his own space as well as the cliff, not the other way around.

Still the boy watched, captivated by the Master’s command of his art. He watched the Master, uneasily, despite the beauty in his movements, for the cliff loomed behind the Master. He worried and fret for the drop beneath was long and treacherous.

The Master turned, facing the cliff behind him, yet unaware of it’s proximity. How could he know? His eyes were still closed. The Master commanded his sight, not the other way around.

The Master lifted his right leg and kicked fiercely and deadly. The air suddenly sizzling like lightning had struck. The boy didn’t cough, for he didn’t want to disrupt the Master.

The Master stepped forward again, stabbing at the cool mountain air with both his hands and fingertips. The Master seemed unafraid, yet how could he know how close he was to the edge!

The Master turned once again, facing the boy, clearly showing his eyes were still shut. He stepped toward the boy, without actually moving, lowering his center mass to the stones, one hand beckoning to the boy, one hand closer to his body. The boy knew not to move.

In one swift motion, the Master jumped backward through the air, heading right for the cliff, kicking the air with his right leg, one hand going to his brow and the other to his side. He landed right at the very edge of the cliff in a perfect crane stance. The Master commanded gravity, not the other way around.

The Master held his position for what seemed like an eternity, breathing silently.

The boy stayed quiet, completely amazed at what the Master had done.

The Master uncurled his arms and legs, and put them beneath his shoulders once again, his arms at his sides and then he bowed. He took three steps toward the center of the circle of stones, and smiled. Opening his eyes, he left the stone circle, the boy following silent behind him.

The boy knew he shouldn’t ask any questions and he didn‘t. Questions didn’t obligate the Master, but the other way around.

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