To sing, swung. Lovely notes held here, Sheila.
Doug
On Apr 23, 2015, at 12:18 AM, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Alongside (stride
> rest softens
> to the west
> things matter
>
> openly away
> (stray fast
> to hinge upon
> (and sing away
>
> the sting of fast
> asleep (the tension
> falters last
> before awake time
>
> gravity comes
> framed with
> fracas stacked unevenly
> against (the odds
>
> Sheila E. Murphy
Douglas Barbour
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Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2 (UofAPress).
Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
There is no life that does not rise
melodic from scales of the marvelous.
To which our grief refers.
Robert Duncan.
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