Sheila E. Murphy
She taught him to renege on solitude, as white trees held the snow. Possessive adjectives let go their climb of trunks ’til morning. She saw happiness in slow tests of the ground. He lived apart from baselines while holding still attached to sky. She choiced herself into belief as windows on the yard went cold. The altar cloths and ceiling fans and clean glass sheltered what resisted an intended frame. She told herself an adage that would spawn. Toward blush, she thought. Or he would capture what was lost. A center formed of splinter framed a little thought.
One gesture at a time, this marriage, offer of a hand replied to in the long term
About the writer:
Sheila E. Murphy is an American text and visual poet who has been writing and publishing actively since 1978. She is the recipient of the Gertrude Stein Award for her book Letters to Unfinished J. (Green Integer Press, 2003). Murphy is known for working in forms including ghazals, haibun, and pantoums in her individual writing. As an active collaborator, she has worked with numerous writers in long poems spanning multiple volumes. Murphy’s visual work, both individual and collaborative, is shown in galleries and in private collections. Initially trained in instrumental and vocal music, her work is often associated with music in its language and rhythmic pulse. Murphy earns her living as an organizational consultant, speaker, and researcher and holds the PhD degree. She has lived in Phoenix, Arizona throughout her adult life..
Image: Untitled abstract painting by Sheila Murphy.