Compass dispatched
Riptide’s lost | blue |
Stone | shed forming
Hemispheric blond home
 
Nested nomen-klatch
The broiler decently
Rapt transitive
Yielding barley light
 
Disrobed twinge
Lone toned triage
Toward past tense
Lodged in moth prints
 
Slick upon the spell rock
Game porch
Gone about
These winters
 
Blest mis
Anthropy for
Given sin: the end
Run blisters
 
Calf moon crimes
Unravel timber
Toward shelled
Cup of raisins
 
For the dough
Dim lamp’s pale froth
Spun taut around
Arch distance
 

 
From the sniveling
Decanter’s own
Projected animus
That rises up
 
Tall woman
Obvious against
Snow depth
Pawns return the serve
 
Tired whys
Stitch over
Bearing worn
Religious tomes
 
Long past temptation
Give us this god awful
JPEG whipped
Into a face
 
Pitched to
Werewolves
Dripping blood
Upon this over
 
Turned emaciated
Emergency
Appointed
Plus-one to
 
The rescue finally
Cohering space
And understudy’s
Passive-agg remedial
 
Cast parties for all
Purposes intent upon
Leaving half a life
To their magnetic north 

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Sheila E. Murphy has been published widely in the United States, Australia, England, and other countries. She received the Gertrude Stein Award from Green Integer Press for
Letters to Unfinished J. (2003). Her most recent published books are visual poetry collaborations
 
Yes It Is (with John M. Bennett). Luna Bisonte Prods. 2014
2 Juries + 2 Storeys = 4 Stories Tourjours (with K.S. Ernst). Xerolage 55 from Xexoxial Editions.
 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheila_Murphy


Sheila Murphy has been an organizational leadership consultant for 23 years, and prior to that was an executive in corporate America, a university dean, a faculty member, and always a poet.