Seth Morgan
Seth Morgan

Seth Morgan currently lives in Chattanooga, Tennessee where he teaches a drug prevention class for middle-schoolers, tutors, elementary students and serves as Lay Missioner for Southside Abbey, an Episcopal worshiping community in Chattanooga's Southside neighborhood. He blogs intermittently at growingglobal.wordpress.com and tweets from @sethhenrymorgan.

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Another Hemisphere's Stars

We all need other faces, other lives to throw ourselves into.

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The Barbershop

Democratic, yet class-haunted—as all the service professions are—political, but neutral ground, you can talk about anything in a barbershop, even in Tajikistan. And while you’re sitting there, everyone else is doing the same thing, everywhere around this planet. Sitting, safe for the moment, ready for the blade.

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Hunting Complexity

Is this my conception of the divine, spreading out and seeping in to fill the intricate holes of our teeming reality? Could it be that my infinite God has been, not too small, but too simple?

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19 Notes on 6 Languages

“I’ve studied 3 languages in the past 4 years. And language still bewilders me. Here are some notes from my meandering.” ~ Seth Morgan

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Day In, Day Out

If there is an Oscar for the category, “best glorification of the life of the mind” then the new film “Hannah Arendt” by Margarethe Von Trotta deserves it.

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"A Bow From My Shadow"

Seth Morgan reviews “A Bow From My Shadow”—a new collection of poetry by Curator staff writers Luke Irwin and Alex Miller Jr.

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What it's Like to be Tajik

Across the table from Shamsiddin, I want to know what I can know about him. About the ones I love at home. About others who might have thought they’d hate me before we met. And others who I thought I’d hate.

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Like See-Through Birds

A Review of Wieslaw Mysliwski’s “Stone Upon Stone”

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So God Made a Farmer

America’s rural landscape deserves better than “God Made a Farmer.” Dodge-style nostalgia is as profoundly unhelpful—both aesthetically and practically—to agrarian reality as is urbanites’ ignorance.

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Digging and Reading

I shouldn’t be here. I should be somewhere inside with a computer and a stack of books—so say most of the proxies for vocation we recognize. But here I am. Because the seed must be grown and harvested before it can be analyzed. Because the database I’m working on can wait. Because everyone is supposed to know how to dig.

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