Poetry
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Seasons of the Salt Marsh II
By Gavin Murphy Summer The spartina is turning neon bright green but still burnished with browns…
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Seasons of the Salt Marsh I
By Gavin Murphy (Some people mistakenly call you a swamp, but don’t take it personally.) Somewhere…
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The Beach
A couple of poems – and some photos – with a beach theme… By Gavin Murphy…
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When the Doves Come
By Gavin Murphy When the doves come They come with the dusk.Tentatively.They gather in the shadows…
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When B.B. King Died
By Gavin Murphy When B.B. King died We were on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean.That…
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Senescence
By Gavin Murphy Birth is the beginningOr maybe even in the womb.The beginning of memories.They accumulate…