Review of HEMMING FLAMES by Patricia Colleen Murphy

Review of HEMMING FLAMES by Patricia Colleen Murphy

Patricia Colleen Murphy’s first collection, Hemming Flames, is an intricate and intimate portrait of family, struggle, grief, guilt, and moving through it all. It’s a book about feeling strange—not part of the family you were born into, and not really part of yourself—with the body you were born into. It’s a book about trying to find shreds of certainty, and about trying, period. read more
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My love, we floated for hours / In kayaks, side by side, scarcely dipping our paddles. / No motors allowed here, no soul in any / Of the southerly shore’s three other cabins. read more

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Tumbling Upwards

Tumbling Upwards

This conference room could be in any country, any town: a pale wooden podium, bright overhead lighting, an army of white-clothed tables and a carpet with loud corporate swirls. The difference is with the babies. read more
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3 Poems

I Have Been a Liar I have lied, a cowardly man, a lover of your kind; merely in mind; movie-making, I have spent my seasons coming, counting time by tissue: quivering cock, finger-clenched, crazed. read more
Infamous

Infamous

breaks the pattern of pre- fixes and suffixes not taking the stress:   which makes me think: muh-fuhs as in what you muh-fuhs lookin at?   which could have been an infamous last question, given that those muh-fuhs stared at me all the hard-rockier   and...

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The Island

The Island

Owen watched Aubrey press her palm into a thick patch of speckled moss girdling the trunk of an old Douglas fir. The move was gentle and precise, how a mime might seek an invisible wall, and he couldn’t help but imagine her locked up in some dark basement, kidnapped, as he suspected she’d been as a child. read more
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