The Muse’s Fire September 12, 2009

Morning:
The simple facts are naked and pink;
a reviving number of sun-lit breaths,
a second helping of morning,
golden opportunities to make time fly  
or scratch the dog’s back in lazy circles.
 
Noon:
Coffee rising. A non-option, really,
those stale afternoons littered with yesterday’s prayers
that smell like old rain and stomp the stairs
going nowhere fast. Waiting for the churlish skies
scrubbed childlike and [...]

Ouroboros September 9, 2009

 
Knock knock (on the stars).
Who’s there? Some form of God –
The wise old man who paces the sky as his floor.
The merciful mother who etches her face into tortillas
and cries down the cheeks of statues for her true believers –
 
How can you tell it’s real?
How can you say it’s not?
When the moon foreshadows the weeping days
and the sun breaks all [...]

Bless The Querying Writer. March 9, 2009

 
the deed is done
the gauntlet thrown
the friend of yes
the foe of no
and while their fate
in limbo goes,
bless the querying writers
in between
a rock and a hard dream,
wearing their stories
on their sleeves
and just returned
from imaginary lands
still warm to the touch
of their trusty pens.
 

 
Poem and photos by Emily Murdoch.

Thoughts Are Things. February 15, 2009

 
I hold it true that thoughts are things;
They’re endowed with bodies and breath and wings
And that we send them forth to fill
The world with good results, or ill.
That which we call our secret thought
Speeds forth to earth’s remotest spot,
Leaving its blessings or its woes
Like tracks behind it as it goes.
We build our future, thought by [...]

Go Home, Again. January 29, 2009

 
Go back to the words.
When trusty mountains shake
and lucky stars shudder,
when the compass denounces North
and the Sun forgets to rise,
go back to the Source;
put that crazy-brilliant antenna up
and see what you can catch.
Invite unbridled greatness
to swallow you whole
and spit you out, inspired.
Go back to the child
who dreamt in roy g biv,
who flew with the fairies,
whose [...]