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Cosmology of Consciousness

Since the times of antiquity, humans have wondered about the world around them. They observe natural phenomena, study the patterns created by them, and attribute meaning to them. Where understanding fell short, metaphor filled in nicely, giving rise to many philosophies the world over. This sense of wonder remains with us in our time, althoughContinue reading “Cosmology of Consciousness”

Look At Your Hands

I have lived on a farm, not just visited. I have trudged through great mountains of pig shit, pled With a damn milk cow as she stood on my foot For four gallons of sweet cream, as white as sand On Ozarks levee.  I have made salt butter and cream cheese, pressed The cloths of thin whey, and drank theContinue reading “Look At Your Hands”

Hymn of the Human Form

The Human form is Nature.As Natural as a bird builds a nestAs a fox digs a denAs a mother knits a blanketAs a father builds a skyriseBeside fellow men, for Human formsWho weave their Natural lives

The Left Hand of Darkness: A Story of Gender Identity

Since its publication in 1969, The Left Hand of Darkness has received both acclaim and criticism. This makes sense, considering that the controversies in the book center around the nature of gender and sex, told from an ardent male viewpoint, hanging heavy with use of masculine pronouns. Despite any monumental achievement in The Left HandContinue reading “The Left Hand of Darkness: A Story of Gender Identity”

Le Guin, Dear Mother

It was Spring, 2001, when I first truly met you.Your maps, rich with names I couldn’t read,A magic that spoke to me, your words so trueThat I could not help but know the power of a name. When I was gifted the magic of words, they were yours.I saw your wizard, his journey and tears,Continue reading “Le Guin, Dear Mother”

Elegy of the Midwest

He who do, does.He who don’t, don’t.Really, simple as that. He who is, was,he who ain’t, ain’t.Why argue ’bout it?Take time with it,the meaning a does.When the doing ain’tdone, it becomes don’t.No matter what it waswhatcha meant by that.Y’all walk along thatdivide, of what itmeant, or why it wasmeant for them who does.Life grows oldContinue reading “Elegy of the Midwest”

Why Do We Have Pets?

Chances are either you or someone you know has a pet. They’re cuddly, warm, comforting, and even utilitarian. But why do we have them? When was it that a person decided, “you know what? I am going to keep this dog?” Was the decision originally purely utilitarian, or was there more at play in theContinue reading “Why Do We Have Pets?”

Heart Sick

It’s a disease. Insidious, eating you from the inside out,That feeling that everything is falling, getting behind,Like a stack of bills ever growing, the stack of wood dwindling for the hungry fire, where no warmth is found, only cold, pulling you in, eating you from the inside out. It’s a disease that preys on yourContinue reading “Heart Sick”

A.C. Moore Sonnet 4: Singularity

The first infinity. Compressed zeros,A point of mass finely pressed in the dark.Between stars and milk spilt in the cosmos,God’s toolbox works gravities endless lark. There it is, beyond that far horizon,The enthroned singularity, hidden.In the shredded matter, quarks and bosons,A force, by which even light is ridden. Hidden. Indeed. We see only partlyVia math,Continue reading “A.C. Moore Sonnet 4: Singularity”

Place of Our Own

A Villanelle I want to buy my wife a home,But they are few and far between;Instead we lie beneath the loam.We bought a car, reflecting chrome,But Uncle Sam came with a lien.I want to buy my wife a homeAway from our nation’s dry bone,Where we can live and find the means—Instead we lie beneath theContinue reading “Place of Our Own”

Earth Voice

A Villanelle Cicada calls astound the pines,Memorial of autumn night,Apotheosis by designs.And air rings through man’s empty mines,Earth ear from which bats oft take flight,Cicada calls astound the pinesIn twilight umber. View the shrines,Memorials to sound and sight–Apotheosis by designs.And Kami borne among those lines,Now stand on earth, in awful might!Cicada calls, astound the pines!EarthContinue reading “Earth Voice”

Meeting Mr. King

The smell of burnt popcorn hung in the air. The office itself wasn’t the finest in New York already, and now the smell made Joseph feel self-conscious. He wasn’t a young man, not anymore.  That title had left him on his thirtieth birthday, ten years ago. At that time, those who once called him youngContinue reading “Meeting Mr. King”

Stellar Sailors Shanty

A Pantoum by A.C. Moore Out in the black the stars are a burning, Power the heart of our great voyager, Celestial wheels they are a turning, We’re feeding the mouths of each pioneer. Power the heart of our great voyager On heavy metals and radiation. We’re feeding the mouths of each pioneer Adrift inContinue reading “Stellar Sailors Shanty”

Gas Station Prophet

A Missourian Sestina   Stopped for a fill-up, eh? No shortage a those on the road.   You know Paul stopped for a Phillip as well,   In Caesarea, as he was a prophesizin’.     Sharin’ the good word ‘bout Jesus.   Lots a beliefs the world over. People just tryin’ to understand  What it means to be human.  Continue reading “Gas Station Prophet”

A Look at Our Space

By examining our universe, we humans have learned some pretty interesting things. For example, we know that the universe we live in is about 13.8 billion (that’s 13,800,000,000) years old from measuring microwave background radiation in space. To put into perspective this amount of time, we can only trace modern human history back around 12,000Continue reading “A Look at Our Space”

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Yo, I’m A.C. Moore. My goal is to one day change the world in the same way Shakespeare did: by infusing the thoughts of the human race with such language and turn-of-phrase that they say them daily, and never even know it was I who wrote it.

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