Kayla Frances Murray

Joined November 2020

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🙞 Southeastern US-based writer/poetess 🙜

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new poem
. . . . . BEWARE CUIDADO picture rattlesnakes off the interstate of the Chihuahuan Desert rubber strewn about ghost towns
By Kayla Frances Murray7 months ago in Poets
Norwegian Wood & Swedish Furntiture
my dad passed – and by that I only mean that he died – and afterwards the speakers in his condo reverberated when I awoke I was alone
By Kayla Frances Murray7 months ago in Poets
Saccharine
Saccharine ⥿ flashes of pink and silver with their scary fucking mouths captured from fresh water skin left intact
By Kayla Frances Murray7 months ago in Poets
Columbus-Columbia-Concubine
wig shops line Main Street and what comes to mind is our founding fathers patriarchal gods adorned with tendrils rights taken away
By Kayla Frances Murray7 months ago in Poets
twenty-twenty II
My dad told me how to live May you be blessed with all that is good for your mind, body, and soul and I told him how not to die
By Kayla Frances Murray7 months ago in Poets
The Drive Back
The Drive Back “I used to say to my classes that the ways to get insight are: to study infants; to study animals; to study primitive people; to be psychoanalyzed; to have a religious conversion and get over it; to have a psychotic episode and get over it; or to have a love affair with an old Russian.” -Margaret Mead
By Kayla Frances Murray2 years ago in Poets
Legos & Mulberries
Almost every day, I drive by the spot my brother bled out onto in 1989 It’s a patch of sidewalk on the corner of a fire station
By Kayla Frances Murray2 years ago in Poets
Flowers in a Vase // Aquamarine
Flowers in a Vase Molucca balm in glass, upright, parallel to my lips; I inhale mauve irises, muted fixations gathered by another
By Kayla Frances Murray3 years ago in Poets
Light Shadows
I once almost wore a veil into forests of burnt umber and sea with the son of a Mexican migrant smoke rose from a bougainvillea-print
By Kayla Frances Murray3 years ago in Poets
Tom Kha Tofu
I once scried Tom Hanks in a bowl of Tom Kha Tofu soup & not in a ‘wow, that lemongrass is taking shape of Tom Hanks’ kind eyes!’ kind of way,
By Kayla Frances Murray3 years ago in Poets
Dole Whip
you spread fresh-ground almond butter on semolina & seed toast you spread the laundry across that bulky primitive-print chair and fold neatly
By Kayla Frances Murray3 years ago in Poets