Michelle Murrish

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May 19th, 2017 by Michelle Murrish

Break the Ice

People always want to

Break the ice.

As if the surface

We’re currently standing on

Isn’t hazardous enough

They’d have us plunge into

The frigid waters below.

As if freezing to death

Is preferable over

A moment of uncomfortable silence

Between strangers

 

-by michelle murrish

October 11th, 2016 by Michelle Murrish

Suburban Plight

 

A child of Middle America
Raised in a tract home
Trying hard to remember which one was mine
Among the rows and rows of cookie-cutter lives
Enough money to go on vacation,
But not enough to go by plane
Forced to survive the middle seat
Between older siblings in the minivan
On our way to visit the happiest place on earth
The streets taught me to be tough
When I fell off my 10 speed
Try, try again, they said,
try, try again
Growing up wasn’t easy
Under the watchful eye of my stay-at-home mom
She was on to us before we ever even started
Looking back, I’m surprised I made it out
Without a toaster cover
Or coordinating kitchen towel set
No, all I have to show
Is a good education and bright future

By Michelle Murrish

 

From “A Mess Like This” c. 2014

October 21st, 2014 by Michelle Murrish

Tuesday with Coleridge

Answer to a Child’s Question by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

 

Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove,

The linner and thrush say, “I love and I love!”

In the winter they’re silent — the wind is so strong;

What it says, I don’t know, but it sings a loud song. Read the rest of this entry »

September 30th, 2014 by Michelle Murrish

‘A Mess Like This’ is on Amazon!

I’m really proud of myself. I set a goal for this year to have my book out by September, and on September 29, my book went live on Amazon. It feels great to have it out there, and I’m really motivated to make progress on other projects I have. I’m very excited.

If you’re a lover of poetry, go check it out! A Mess Like This

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September 30th, 2014 by Michelle Murrish

Tuesday: with Emily Dickinson

I love this poem. I find great comfort in poems that discuss greif. It’s something we can all relate to, and I particularly love her idea of weighing out other’s burdens.

I measure every Grief I meet (561)
Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886 Read the rest of this entry »