Sheila E. Murphy

Sheila E. Murphy's books GREEN TEA WITH GINGER 
(Potes & Poets Press) and INCESSANT SEEDS 
(Pavement Saw Press) 
will be released in 2003. Also forthcoming is 
LETTERS TO UNFINISHED J. (Green Integer Press). 
Her home is in Phoenix, Arizona.

 

 


As Once

Circumshift. As once a dry-flown habitat of letters spawned by integers.
My heart. Is in. This cloak of tether close to crumbed alongside pallor.
Climbing down and toward the adages. Complaints give gloves their test
of spade work in the livery. As one is in a thrall as purpose is.
Proposed as semblance mildly cursive. Patched into a home. These three
soon read to me. Curricular undress alongside full commotion. Who
protests. The church is flocked. Intrepid under lock and key. Some clone
tippy as the furlong is a patterned long-term taste of glee. The rumba
can't afford you more than once. A swan continues centralizing evening
into rapid motion. Paced strung flinging salt away. As hype is active
when the Salk vaccine is stung.

My query lands upon your softer shoulder, when the incumbency collapses

 

 

Beneath

Detect defection modestly beneath gray corollary to the wash of
sunshine. Magna carta speed of light's conjunctive lumen sponges off
effete new syllogistic symptoms. Among the forebears were the latchkey
closures. Pounced-upon as mirth accepts seeds for the order's good. As
summer steams the rigor out of staunch arrivals mentioned only once.
Amid the parity involved in gravitas. Eternity's in motion like the
silhouette beside the tree that echoes vaudevillian pretext. Sumatra
clamors to the tune of stillness. As in pond and as in ruminatra. A will
to clash with silver perjured or the following lawn-covered afternoon's
adjacency. And then some faultline stammers near the set point of
divisibility. Enough moist sunshine, and the crosswords will be easy to
have solved. 

His major topic was his mother, and his minor one, technology

 

 

Joy

In answer to the mockingbirds

I texture atmosphere with Beverly with-
In it

Worth seeing entirely

No one says cut and I agree
To improvise

The succulents in the great blue bowl
From Sherri
Stay within the bowl
Thereby they broom the otherwise plain air

Is there anything but being

Here the stakes evenly split
Between having already 
Admitted and discovering 
That everything is equally
Likely and improbable

 

 

On Sunlight

Emotions live the lives of nouns, semi-detached. I drive and drive. The
evening lifts me out of crises that belong. I see the place my window
used to be. A rider on sunlight. She drank to make the drab less taupe
while it continued failing to break away. How many ounces will the
salmon be. I'm swamped, but just a little. One hint at a time. I'm
taking all this down in my Mead marbled notebook, black and white. You'd
have to know my sister, how she looked in gray. The restaurant is full
of people who declare or murmur to their dining partners that they're
missing something.

Use the words "change the environment," and "my entire life"  as
preludes to the message of sensation

 

 

Toys Fed

Whole tirade forced against the clock toys fed by water's torsion latent
in neglect. The clock skin termed replete yet furnished. To the tune of
Latvian injunction. Creche twinned to the reed intoned. Cool blasphemy
allowing correspondence over in the till. Proceed during the time point
bristle after bushel of despair for now unheralded repair. Then soho
practiced proclamation in the foreground. Pried out of the altar finally
intact. She leagued as one preliminary note. As fact solidified clear
coated viaduct gives passage fact. A suitcase has been whole with filth
to spare. In journals coveted impairments clog the level risk offered to
thumbpoints. Cache is white as flukes. To wear.

As proof of silhouettes a background less than whit