Idem
Kevin Murphy - For Richard Feynman Imagine only one electron mov- ing back and forth, weaving time through its zigzag from Big Bang to Doomsday, like a loom’s shuttle moves through its shaft, fly- ing back and forth weaving together warp and weft. We talk of time like it’s fabric that looms over this brief shaft we shuttle across – the warp through which we thread our weft. We talk of time like it’s fabric, when it’s just a term for our slice of this electron’s run through which we are threaded; through which we are. Already dead and not yet born, our slice is just a term within completed existence. This Universe in which we are already dead is not expanding – just seems to from our fragment. Its existence complete, this Universe: a zigzag from Big Bang to Doomsday (where we just seem to expand our fragment) made of only one electron moving. At Peak Wetness
Kevin Murphy -After Manjari Sharma A private moment rendered most intimately public your snapshot of water’s motion as it clothes your subject envelops her in a fond wet robe Soft light exposes paths chosen to map and follow What decides how Perhaps beneath the surface lies a magnetism water edges toward searches for not just thoughtless falling I watch its stillness travel her skin in streams and makeshift waterways drawing drops that find their grooves and seem to know where to migrate Each successive drip eases into a pattern soaking her as it moves on to the drain and disappears and vanishes and is gone |
About the author:
Kevin Murphy received his MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Idaho. His work has appeared in Heron Tree. He currently resides in Asheville, NC with his person named Shannon. |