George Murphy

In smoked glass on a broken hill above Matavie Bay we watched that shade that silhouette slide by the crooked mill the wind that tossed our clothes outside the graveyard gate  A veteran of what you...

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...

Naked Pocahontas cartwheels between sheaves of meadow grass and half truth history Little wanton Matoaka Turns twelve Within the rough-cut walls of sixteen eight Tobacco men of Jamestown elbow through blue smoke pulling on their blackened pipes grin dirty white to see...