Category Archives: writing

terrible, stupid money

Posted on 26 March 2020 by james w. moore

a big problem lifted, leading everybody potentially to a very little problem clean it up a very little problem lost to lose again there’s no reason to panic the finest look at what’s happening i just left parts of the … Continue reading →

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these in-between chairs

Posted on 20 March 2020 by james w. moore

we really believe believe it’s going to get back probably go back to all these empty these in-between chairs mother probably surprised the whole world could have stopped been stopped in place it’s too bad it’s too bad nobody has … Continue reading →

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i wish i was pow

Posted on 8 April 2018 by james w. moore

about eight feet up, the Rylance/Rudko (94) was usually reliable having still functioning the following keys – I W S H O P A Z M – and indeed now a woman in jeans and a white t-shirt (it’s usually … Continue reading →

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hands

Posted on 7 April 2018 by james w. moore

silver pipe cellphone toy gun loose cigarettes skittles: what’s in their hands is now on ours   – via a prompt from Two Sylvias Press

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Full of Stars

Posted on 6 April 2018 by james w. moore

i tire of the sun it’s always in sight and its brilliance is taking its toll the stars all around shine ever so bright and i’m tired of seeing them all the rings of Saturn are epic and grand but … Continue reading →

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Vanity, You Pretty Thing

Posted on 3 April 2018 by james w. moore

In a f e w days, i’ll be reading a statement directly on camera, silver gun pin impaling shirt to tie, fixing me here, staring into red hum light – a stop sign i’ll ignore while my needle skates across … Continue reading →

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when you believe

Posted on 2 April 2018 by james w. moore

when your mom told you bad luck results from going outside with wet knees, you scrubbed skin to raw red medallions, never as dry as could be. now you believe bad luck opportunes from clipped toenails after rain, from whistling … Continue reading →

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The Boss’ Jag

Posted on 1 April 2018 by james w. moore

Over the past few years, I’ve participated in 30 day found poetry challenges during National Poetry Month. This is the first year I’m participating in a non-found challenge. We’ll see how this goes. Anything posted here should be considered a … Continue reading →

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fever dream

Posted on 24 March 2018 by james w. moore

I am at a conference with a poet I admire. In my dream. In my dream, I am at a conference with this poet. He isn’t the keynote speaker, or even a presenter. He just sits next to me (as … Continue reading →

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Dreamy Tonsils

Posted on 17 March 2018 by james w. moore

isolated, aimless,         layed near alien smilers normal     amends made   noises sold my roadless toenails tread dream salt antlers leary, lids onsite anytime     lends old   rails to lone stares anymore     loads stale tendrils    on disaster tides i mislearn elation as sated moans i misread sanity … Continue reading →

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