Christina Murphy's poetry is an exploration of consciousness as subjective experience, and her most recent work appears in PANK, La Fovea, StepAway Magazine, Pear Noir! and Humanimalz. The poets she most admires are Gertrude Stein, T.S. Eliot, and Jane Hirshfield for their undaunted (and impeccable) sense of the interrelationship of language, imagery, and consciousness. Her work has twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and for the 2012 Best of the Net Anthology.
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Constellations of Solitude
sunset reds taking on the gloss of painted fire within the solitude of stars angel wings illuminate the celestial sphere-- the golden pearl of Seraphim who hover as the rib becomes Eve there is no equivalent in the human heart for the fear, the awe they beheld—as wayward scraps of wind became trees blistered by light grounded by gravity or failure, we bow down now to seek forgiveness for indifference as angels move swiftly, silently, in search of our shadows, and whatever crumbs our barren souls might toss their way |