Sheila E. Murphy


October Passages

Her nearness brought to mind the fact of breast reduction surgery. Amplitude conveys a sense of self that gifts before it takes away.

#

Lacking civic duty, he barricaded himself in the confessional, bull horning to the crime negotiator something of commandments.

#

“One covenant or two?” posed the prevailing waitress. Nominal data pressed against the plate glass window with concealed zeal apparently indicative of something.

#

Overtones take back the glamour caught on tape. An inscription on the black and white glossy shone an accumulation of details.

#

Symphonic ease begins with any audience worth keeping. Insular examinations coat the leaves with known results alongside hypothetical diversionary tactics.

#

The condition of ephemera captures otherwise unmentioned brevity.

#

Serene blue veins, smooth blue pool, stamina at lakeside, a wide sky.

#

Medulla oblongata takes premeditated stamina, resistance, pluck, in fact.

#

My Edith Hamilton Mythology reveals a prior crispness and more current moisture. Now it smells. I never understood mythology. I prefer clean surfaces and edges signifying nothing.



Sheila E. Murphy's latest book, The Case of the Lost Objective (Case), an integrated collection of visual and linear poems, was recently published by Otoliths Books.


 
 
 
previous page     contents     next page