This week I learned that “Old Stones Understand” received an honorable mention from the Royal Dragonfly Book Awards in the poetry category! For a first effort, I’m pleased with this recognition for my little collection of poems, and grateful to Shanti Arts Publishing for the nomination. Royal Dragonfly, each year, makes awards across a wideContinue reading “Royal Dragonfly Book Award”
Category Archives: Poetry
Late November Hope
My shoes celebrate the forest floorweeks ago they crunched the leaves on this pathloud and delectablehomemade potato chips for the feetand today the frozen mud, like clayyielding in its satisfying wayas I move through these trees againasking in each seasonwhether strangers who know your secretsare really strangers at all? The hemlocks know what I wonderasContinue reading “Late November Hope”
Dia De Los Muertos (2009)
In 2009, just after Halloween, I flew to Tucson to be with my dad. His second wife, Lynn, had passed away just a week or so before. The day before my return coincided with the All Souls Procession, a celebration of life that defies description. It really does. It’s a giant, moving party-as-parade that endsContinue reading “Dia De Los Muertos (2009)”
Leaves Let Go
It is not the way of leaves to care about how they fall. It doesn’t matter whether there are heavy, thunder-filled clouds overhead or miles of bright blue and sunshine. A leaf doesn’t cry out in pain if a harsh wind tugs it from its twig nor does it giggle with mischief if it managesContinue reading “Leaves Let Go”
Fledglings
A brown cardinal babynestled in the crookof our back porch trumpet vineinvisible until her big red dad returnedagain and againbearing grubs to nourishand maybe sootheafter her important launch. Later in Targeta mom scouring aislesher own fledgling just new in a dormthe store shelvesbare of what she really sought:Comfort. Love.Courage for a newly flown almost-manHis deepeningContinue reading “Fledglings”
At 53
Who can sayat the dawn of a birthday?If we are born with goodness and trustwhat remains after so much launderingof oneself?Live. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. When I was youngI had a blanket, white with pink and blue flowerscotton with satin edging pink and soft and shinycomfort to a small cheek on a dark night.Her name wasContinue reading “At 53”
Venturing Out
Venturing Out The platform is highbut out it she ventureswill she just take the dive?No – she pads back to the centerwhere the board is less shakyhead full of conjectureon staying or goingshe could use a mentorto weigh out her choicesor maybe protect herfrom the others, just waitingto see how this adventurewill turn in theContinue reading “Venturing Out”
Book Love!
What’s really fun? When your people let you know that they’ve received their copies of your new book! These little surprise posts have been popping up on my Facebook feed all month, and I am humbled by and grateful for the reminders of all the kind people I have in my life. These images areContinue reading “Book Love!”
“Old Stones Understand” is Ready for Orders!
I’m excited and happy to announce that my first poetry collection is now available for order at the Shanti Arts Website. Other places coming soon: http://www.shantiarts.co/uploads/files/mno/MURPHY_STONES.html
Shoveling: A Poem
I live in the Finger Lakes of New York, and late February means it is undoubtedly still winter! We know there’s likely a good month or so of snow and cold left even as we send well wishes and aid to Texas. The final of my poetry manuscript has been sent off to the printer.Continue reading “Shoveling: A Poem”
Stacey Murphy __ Poems 