Christina Murphy’s poetry is an exploration of consciousness as subjective experience, and her poems appear in a wide range of journals and anthologies, including, in PANK, La Fovea, Dali’s Lovechild, and Hermeneutic Chaos Literary Journal, and in the anthologies Let the Sea Find its Edges, edited by the distinguished Australian poet, Michael Fitzgerald-Clarke, and Remaking Moby-Dick, edited by Trish Harris and published by EU Art Line. Her work has been nominated multiple times for the Pushcart Prize and for the Best of the Net Anthology.
The snow comes from ghosts in difficult light. It’s as though they were one sustained hymn without the precision of faith. What’s left but the glistening ground? There are ruins we witness and love within that moment—the air, the stars, little urgent bells. The world is in haste to waken for there are more ghosts to placate.
Original text: “Aubade with Bread for the Sparrows” by Oliver de la Paz
Only this Tune and Then
A violent quiet almost squeezing on water is a mountain. A mind under is exact, and a question of sudden rises so easy and shady. There is precisely that noise—not at all a slice, not at all crestfallen, and evenly surpassing a separation kept well and sectionally.
Put it to shame. A little slight shadow and the teasing is tender and trying and thoughtful. The line beside the best cold is a puzzle and a likeness. Any likeness has a little green, any little green is ordinary.
A blaze, a search, only this tune and then, in between the next, a collection of all around: a white bird, a mixed orange, a dog, a continuing change with open delicacy. Orderly, solemn, accepted—it is absent, it is laid by.
Original text: “Sugar” by Gertrude Stein
The Waning Brain
Lean and pale,
in a gauzy veil,
a white and shapeless mass.
Original text: “The Waning Moon” by Percy Bysshe Shelley