Featured Poet: Emily Murtoff
I first encountered Emily's writing at the Blacklisted Poets open-mic (held weekly on Thursdays at HMAC) which she co-hosts. Her potent combination of honest sensuality and empowered feminism are often delivered with a smile, hinting that she is as charmed by the lethal saccharine in her verses as the audience.
To experience Emily's work live, look for her events with the Harrisburg Writers Group, including workshops and a quarterly reading at Elementary Coffee, the next of which will be held Friday, January 13th.
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i have moved everything,
including most of myself.
old paintings are hung in fresh places.
a bed frame is slid from one corner
to another, and back again.
a bookshelf takes its fifth home,
and settles on crisp cardboard shims.
the windows face north now,
inviting an unfamiliar afternoon warmth.
sun-drenched leaves twist and wiggle
like infant fingers
upon waking from a dream
their eyelids unfurling
encounter new light.
tiny palms unfold
to meet the world,
for the first time, again.
curtains slide onto rods,
shoes are unpacked
and stacked neatly on the closet floor.
we do this for the promise.
acting on the faith that
things will be better this time,
we fill empty boxes,
walk them down the hall,
and empty them, again.
if we didn’t believe
in something like growth,
something like evolution,
or something like cosmic
forgiveness
we would leave the art
off the walls, let the bed
in a less ideal corner,
keep the shoes in the suitcase
and continue
making it work
but as it is, i have moved everything,
including most of myself,
to make room
for another chance
at something holy.
There is water on the moon where my lover is from
Bathed in blue light
you must be some kind of alien.
Your jointless arms
buoyed by couch cushions crest
over me and crash back
like the swirl of a galaxy,
the long twist of infinity.
Fingers like antenna
find spine, trickle down.
Your clunky knee carves out
my thighs like a crater’s edge,
slender shin to hairy ankle
and we tangle like wires.
Beneath a smooth expanse of belly,
four-fingered hand
finds warm lake, dips in.
We swim in static and smoke,
your oval eyes, deep and dark,
search mine, and spill,
become pools reflecting
and collecting my earthly glow.
You radiate or are irradiated.
Colorblind, you say,
though your skin is green
and polished from moonstone.
Above television stutter,
you gasp a half-human breath
through slim fish lips
that pucker when I tell you I love you.
Los Angeles, 2019
I should have known
when you showed up
to the greenest summer
L.A. had seen in these
dozen drought years,
and you only had black
& white film in your pack.
I should have known then
when you laughed in the face
of the pinkest flower
I’d ever seen —
That you would be the flood
that swept me clear,
took out my debris,
carried away my trees,
dragged stones to make gulleys
in my teeth and bones,
until I was all black
& blue.
I should have known then
in the City of Angels —
that you would leave
me for dead
in the desert.
But lying there on the red rock,
dust rising around
my ravaged limbs,
like flames catching,
like a racecar circling, spiraling
out of control — Then, then,
I should have known —
That I would grow back green,
fuschia & gold —
That I would catch like kindling,
then pour forth like water;
That I would be reborn.
That I was a phoenix far before I met you.
Emily Murtoff is a Harrisburg-based poet and writer and founder of the Harrisburg Writers Group, which holds weekly workshops and various poetry and music events throughout the year. Emily is also a co-host of the Blacklisted Poets, a long-standing poetry open mic in Harrisburg. Emily's current creative focus is on building a platform and community for young and upcoming writers and musicians in her city. You can read more of Emily's poetry on Instagram at @Emily_Murtoff.
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