Edited by Robyn Cadwallader Lizz Murphy is a micro poet ― at her best when forging images from a few words. One tiny phrase becomes a poem. The result is …
YOU CAN BE CRUEL TO A BEE (Lizz Murphy)
With the open eave of her scarf she catches the tree snags blue winter Skylight ceiling of criss and cross In the naming of them colours empty of themselves …
Conflagration (Lizz Murphy)
What noises are they today tonight whose footsteps which train that dog barking who now laughs is it the trees shaking their bellies thundering their fruit even when I am …
Next (Lizz Murphy)
Spent eggshells What did I buy with them Google auto-complete says poems by language By what else would they be Restore sight the hollows the eyes sit in He posts photos of …
Dangerous Women (Lizz Murphy)
She lays on hands prays by her child her only child bears forth an unforeseen healing Afterwards the cure spurned feared the mother spurned feared This dangerous woman abandoned by …