Most pictures and words from Anthony C Murphy

Saturday, 23 February 2013


Skittle in peace
I hope you have your own
Or none
And don’t have to chaperone
That cantankerous man
And his stick
To the bookies in the sky 

Sunday, 17 February 2013


Taking you too when I set off
Both ghosts with me today
For some reason I can’t shake
So we walk to the pier and turn east
The sea
I wish across it momentarily
But that would be France
And not the right place
The only boats out in the chop
Are training 
They seem to be beaten
From this distance
By this wind
You are not interested
Yet patient lumps in my skull
As they tack away on liquid hills
That give ungenerously
Causing a static progress
None of us are going backwards

Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Sunday, 3 February 2013


You wake to fresh dreams and receding dementia
A foot of snow on the pillow
Yet a headstone at your feet
The pile of cones on the window sill are open
And winter comes in like a bear

or a squirrel