Tag: turas press

  • fragments 1 & 2 published belfield literary review (N°2)

    from “Violence” I am breathing. I am breathing lightly as, light as, shell — / breath as, moth — / breath as, bird — / breath moon’s faces a triptych sets Mars’ red against turquoise — a sister, (less 6) * serious now, it is — (a purple sonority pageant of silks, their faces —…

  • bow down / bough down published york literary review

    bow down a harrowed treenest-ruinedtangled leaf Its bough down bow down— a-flowering-tree (still, it flowers) Submarine blue iswhere dawn occurs  (South/South-east of here) Dawn’s lightbox runsfrom north blueto south warm The point betweenis lit-not-lit  (nor) seamed a bas-relief. Copyright 2016, 2018 Chris Murray  Bow Down from ‘bind’, first published York Literary Review, Issue #1 2016 https://blog.yorksj.ac.uk/yorkliteraryreview/files/2017/05/2016-YLR-for-download.pdf Online URL https://blog.yorksj.ac.uk/yorkliteraryreview/ Collected bind 2018 https://turaspress.ie/shop/bind-by-christine-murray/ 

  • ‘notes on panic’, and: ‘in the dark i feel’, and: ‘small bird voice’ published revista itaca

    Notes on panic Shall I regard the dark knowing it is past? Enmeshed in the ‘once was’ certain– scored, a stampede carrying thunder into my corridors, chambers, a knife– Revistant Pass! In the dark I feel, dark edges pressed-down ridged— tight-laced-seals Soul is unquiet – its speaking voice is the sea— Rain, rain falls on…

  • ‘narcissus’ and ‘stalk the open ring’ published compose Journal

    narcissus not step twice into, not step back from stream. its nets are storm blackened, narcissus’ flower is a cut out. it has shut in cold, skeining back into his bud echo and, outbreath. he skeins back his thread the blind buds are always. step (not-step) back then. step (not-step) back then, from the black…

  • eve labouring for 37 hours, the ‘yes’ poem – gold friend

    eve labouring for 37 hours; the ‘yes’ poem Great monumental Eve in pain will bring forth a Cain / Abel Cannibal. Exhausted stretch rather/rather/rather rather/rather/rather dilate/ than die/ yes, So just. Sous justice. En vertu de la justice, Pour: (‘In sorrow you shall bring forth children’) Face? Yes, yes! Present. Hands? Yes. His image, who…

  • Poems from ‘Alchemy’ by Fiona Perry

    Postpartum You are as naked as a shucked oysterso, my breasts are slashed and raining pearlsfor you, my suckling child. The universehas too many doors. A terrifying flowerunfurled overnight to tell me if they tookyou away or carted you off to dielike pink tender veal. I would be preparedto stand on my own mother’s shouldersto…

  • Billy Mills reviews ‘bind’ at Elliptical Movements

    Billy Mills reviews ‘bind’ at Elliptical Movements

    Christine Murray is well-known as a champion of women poets via her Poethead blog and the Fired! project. It would be all too easy for this activity to obscure the fact that Murray is a poet in her own right, and on the evidence of bind: a waking book that would be a real pity.…

  • “Thin Places” and other poems by Eithne Lannon

    Thin Places The wild meadow weave, the strand, places of late summer, autumn, a stone skimming water, suspended in air, its slow motion glide punctuated by the drop, touch, rise of a ghostly presence, this wary hesitation between water and stone, mysterious as the rift between music notes in air, unsettling the familiar light which…

  • bind, a waking book by C. Murray

    bind, a waking book by C. Murray

    Originally posted on Poethead by Chris Murray: They and I, O how far we have fallen! Just to burn here.    You can now order bind via Turas Press bind cover photograph is © Christian Caller, original artwork Bound / Boundless © Salma Ahmad Caller from the Irish Times I am a poet without a landscape, a…

  • bind; a waking book by C. Murray

    bind; a waking book by C. Murray

    They and I, O how far we have fallen! Just to burn here.    You can now order bind via Turas Press bind cover photograph is © Christian Caller, original artwork Bound / Boundless © Salma Ahmad Caller from the Irish Times I am a poet without a landscape, a woman poet without a narrative heritage. I…