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Perfection

A Poem by Brett Moore

perfection.all knees and elbows to the touch wet like the first time i ran home in thick rain i was too young to remember to look up or the soft ki..

Concerning Fatherhood

A Poem by Brett Moore

I want to raise this child and fill him up with hope. I want to shelter him from pain and ensure that he grows old. I’ll bequeath him all ..

Learning To Wave To Strangers

A Poem by Brett Moore

A short poem in memory of my sweet cousin Camellia Nini Lynch. When my time here is done, if I can leave behind half of the legacy you left, I will co..

Asleep and Dreaming are different animals.

A Poem by Brett Moore

Somewhere between too drunk and dreaming.

Patchwork

A Poem by Brett Moore

When I was young, maybe eight or nine years,Grandma sat in her rocking chair sewing promises.The front porch was civilized. I found Nazisin the woods,..

The waiting room, waiting.

A Poem by Brett Moore

A cold light's kissrestsupon my pale,polished skinas a blanket would,in a windowless room,populated with plastic chairsand particle board tables.A gre..

A Dream

A Poem by Brett Moore

These cheap sheets itchand no matter how many sheepmanifest on this spackled ceiling,every single night, I am a sentinel.Counting backwards from total..

Birdsong

A Poem by Brett Moore

Lonely Heart,What is it that you want?Is it a companion?A yin to your yang parade?An idealist?A punch-drunk lover,destined to enhance your penitenceby..

As money goes..

A Poem by Brett Moore

If you don’t have it, say goodbyeto the soles of your shoes.Misfortune haunts every steplike piranhas in the concrete.Merciless, unsympathetic e..

Checking In

A Poem by Brett Moore

I am cut from the cloth you keep,and we fuss over the stitching,over and over until we find each other torn anew.This dirt on that dirt is a history l..