We have driven the drive to land desired; we press down on young promises. We kiln our minds toward wished for innocence. For there is no such thing as hibernation at high speed, no such ammunition as to close the eyes and trust pure yield, if permafrost could lace a desert floor, with spores housed in our semaphore, the long lines magnify desertion. Overtones of low lights carve the vision of those granite splinters in canary light, broad shouldered gravity, the midnight of the brave-enough to weed soul’s cavity and dance that starkness to the bay as high tide eases caveats and waylaid evidence the creed calls home, sand grains eloping to the kismet shore.
The radius of pulse as yearning for white harvest left to stars alone
Paint makes the home consensus hue. Men wearing ice-cream whites play music in the hollow rooms. On HGTV, house-buyers claim they could not live with popcorn ceilings, ‘80s kitchen counters, single sinks, the avocado-colored large appliances, tiny rooms. Buckets of paint draw individuals to teams that scrape off history in layers. While the din of downtown music echoes through the avenues.
White specks on grass blades, happiness as photograph
The nominee will be afforded a warm bed, lemon tea, and practiced sleep to term. A limber way of mind, the rest stop freed of urgency. Meantime, absence mimes the inner workings of a winter freed of crispness, tiny wind descended from autumnal reflex. Hours elapse toward seduction in the varying degrees of freedom. The once dry earth tones whiten. A formal everlast refrigerates surroundings. In a language of restraint. The respite watched by way of riveting gouache. Where dialogue reverts to a recombinant young row of skates sharpened to function through frigidity in pairs.
Reply or replication of the picture lodged within a window
Sheila Murphy's most recent book publications are visual poetry collaborations: Yes It Is (with John M. Bennett, Luna Bisonte Prods., 2014) and 2 Juries + 2 Storeys = 4 Stories Toujours (with K.S. Ernst, Xexoxial Editions, 2013). Murphy has lived in Phoenix, Arizona throughout her adult life. She is an executive, poet, visual poet, and educator. Until she was 18 years of age, she was known exclusively as a flautist.
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