Mrs Morrison's Hotel

The 100% personal official blog for Patricia Kennealy Morrison, author, Celtic priestess, retired rock critic, wife of Jim

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I was, wait, sorry, that's "David Copperfield". Anyway, I was born in Brooklyn, grew up on Long Island, went to school in upstate NY and came straight back to Manhattan to live. Never lived anywhere else. Never wanted to. Got a job as a rock journalist, in the course of which I met and married a rock star (yeah, yeah, conflict of interest, who cares). Became a priestess in a Celtic Pagan tradition, and (based on sheer longevity) one of the most senior Witches around. Began writing my Keltiad series. Wrote a memoir of my time with my beloved consort (Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison). See Favorite Books below for a big announcement...The Rennie Stride Mysteries. "There is no trick or cunning, no art or recipe, by which you can have in your writing that which you do not possess in yourself." ---Walt Whitman (Also @ and

Saturday, December 08, 2007

When He's 64...

Happy birthday to my Jim...

They said you were a loser
Not while I still fight

They said you weren't worth it
Not while I still honor

They said you were unwanted
Not while I still yearn

They said that you were silenced
Not while I still speak

They said that you were hated
Not while I still love

They said that you were dead
Not while I still live

—me, for him

In a cold chamber
in a cold stone house
in a cold city
on a winter afternoon
A young Empress
is seated in a high-back'd chair
w/roses in her lap

—him, for me


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