the god line

line in the distance where two blues meet define their separate borders sky and sea open spline in the book of life sometimes clouds above white caps below the wind given life by...
Faith by George Murphy

Faith

In the dark heart of Rome a saint burns brightly by the fire Diocletian thought he knew what to do with Christian dogs. He was a humble man with good intentions not knowing they...

conception of surrender

see how softly he whimpers now as the needle that fills him with kisses, weeps a concoction of sincerity cut with compromise tarnished silver teaspoon of grief erasing every meaning   whispering in...
CHOCOLATE by George Murphy

Chocolate

 Taking chocolate to a sushi bar was a crazy thing to do  She smiled her gratitude  Blackening her teeth like a Tokugawa geisha

poems

I died today then I got drunk or vice versa (a kind of order) if the stars had shadows it would be more night (question) azi am murit apoi m-am îmbătat sau invers (un fel...

Bernie and Hillary sitting in a tree…

#Hill and #Bernie sitting in the #Times First comes small type on the Front Page. Then comes article on Page Twenty Three. Then comes #Bubba Sucking his thumb, Wetting his pants, Doing the...

Mis-appelation

Unspooled on a fractured sidewalk an abstract horn man threads breath into wind conjurs up a street hustle kiss in sweet, mostly un-noticed love songs… Autumn in New York April...

alternative conversation

next to my house in a towering maple’s highest crook I’ve wedged an empty soup can open side angled up with a string attached to its bottom end tautly...
king

the feign king

some twenty flights up enhanced by the light softly pooled on the surface of her shameless picture window’s glow she glides like a tropical fish behind glass slowly dancing...

Lux

Light is salutation is New York at night is a billion sparks fallen from a heaven of stars to pulse above Harlem, Carnegie Hall, Soho, Little...
war by George Murphy

The Number of Our Days

Your flesh was a glass chorus of cruel sirens who with every touch chafed the ribbons of my fingers raw. In your blue eyes I notched with a yellow...

expired meter of dreams

drenched in city dawn a tarnished dime stares heads up empty eyed stuck on a crimson clot late night bar fight spilled into the street fists then bullets screeching tires crumpled body in...

floating

îmi amintesc de tine doar cînd dorm cu genele pline de nesomn (plutire) I recall you asleep with lashes heavy of awake (floating) *** By PUIU JIPA: floating (translation by dana neacsu; visual calin georgescu)

dilettante-ism

 splattered rabbit early a.m. remnant scarlet on the double yellow line inside out pulseless in a heartbeat Goodyear revolution of whitewall rubber triple ply tread sporting a brand new snazzy zig zag pelt bunny coat back...
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