Tag: Seamus M. Murphy

TOSAITHEOIR by Seamus M. Murphy

My buck-toothed & aching father would laugh at things he didn’t understand.  Aaron had a star & crescent moon beneath his eye & he’d lie down at the barber shop. Red used his hand for a razor strop, & long leather hanging down gave…

NECTARINE by Seamus M. Murphy

She spent the rosefish hour being new, & lay across my mouth & whistled to stars that fluttered across the gingertops. She was conjured by the fragrance of heat   & sliced peaches.  It was in late July when the cicadas mutter in the…

SWEET TOOTH by Seamus M. Murphy

In November darkness, the closed stars shine like yes in a crowded room.  We assign some type of feeling to events like these. We want, & tremble like your mother’s knees after hours spent behind some foolish contemplation.  We love the things we wish…