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Eileen Murphy

Caravan I dream about my house of antique stuff, my sagging sofa, bookshelves caving in; then you pull up your caravan of love, with furniture in mountains, moving in. You don’t arrange or paint my living room; at first, you … Continue reading

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Eileen Murphy; two poems

The Rain Has Lost Its Mind The dying grass waits with its tongue burnt. Rain begins to fall on the orange groves, fingers tapping hollow walls. Suddenly, the rain loses its mind. Fireflies explode in the night. Elephants trample the … Continue reading

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