Anaphora by Joddy Murray

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$14.99

 

In his stunning new collection of poems Anaphora, Joddy Murray “remind[s] you how blind this little blue planet can be, its own moon parting with a shiver and a nod.” Murray’s verse is passionate and fully-present.

–Leah Huete de Maines

 

 

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Anaphora

by Joddy Murray

$14.99, paper

978-1-64662-171-2

2020

Joddy Murray’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in over 70 journals, including The Adirondack Review, Caliban Online, Crack the Spine, Diverse Voices Quarterly, Moon City Review, OxMag, Painted Bride Quarterly, Pembroke Magazine, Poydras Review, Southampton Review, Sou’wester, Texas Review, and Westview. He currently teaches writing and rhetoric in Fort Worth, Texas.

2 reviews for Anaphora by Joddy Murray

  1. Joddy Murray

    Here is a sample from the book:
    ________________

    I called
    to mountains
    during the
    winter melt.
    They said
    wait, we’re
    busy laughing.

    The valleys flooded, and as the banks
    smiled wider and wider, the fishes
    all knew what to do: feed wildly the
    newly drowned—feast on spring.
    I boxed some jasmine for a lover,
    gave it dirt and water during the journey,
    but after days of descending, where
    the air thickens like lava, all that was
    left was the box, its scent, and my
    windblown ears radiant with burns.

  2. Cisalee Morris

    A collection where each is a gem, radiant, a poem of gratitude and wonder. I can’t pick a favorite among them, but here is an example.

    My desire
    pleases you
    I think.
    It must.
    You wake
    near me
    and laugh.

    The day you bought me cymbidiums, they
    bloomed continuously all winter—I’ve counted
    twenty-five already. How is that possible? I
    think of nothing but how lonely they are to advertise
    so much of themselves. Each day I water them, trim
    their leaves, and dream about their perfect bodies.
    Sounds lovers repeat themselves are like these petals,
    but what makes each one so distinguished in its
    solitude? You come to me and smell my showered
    back. I hear. Hairs on my skin cry out and rise.

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