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Marshland Rag | A Poem by Rich Murphy

In the quagmire the two-step
and marching in place
substitute for moving forward.

However, yielding to the swamp
grows mold, moss, camouflage
around eyes and on rears.
Liver and vessels become muck.

Every body part yearns for mud.

The frog on the lily pad
squatting in the chest
would learn to sing if limbs
weren’t bogged down in doubt.


Rich Murphy has taught writing and literature full time at colleges
and universities for 27 of thirty years. Murphy’s credits include
books Americana Prize Americana 2013 winner his third book by The
Institute for American Studies and Popular Culture, an institute
committed to creative writers as creators of culture and recorders of crucial ideas and important cultural moments. Voyeur 2008 Gival Press Poetry Award (Gival Press), and The Apple in the Monkey Tree 2007 (Codhill Press); chapbooks, Great Grandfather (Pudding House Press), Family Secret (Finishing Line Press), Hunting and Pecking (Ahadada Books), Rescue Lines (Right Hand Pointing), Phoems for Mobile Vices (BlazeVox) and Paideia (Aldrich Press).

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