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”

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.C. Moore Sonnet 2: Quantum

What is the smallest thing you ever knew?A mouse? A splinter, or perhaps a dream?Or maybe you’ve heard what sits on a pew,In the temple of math, language supreme? A defiant cat, Schrodinger’s good pet.Fundamental parts. Known and unknown.invisible, until measurement met,Entangling the clothesline, Hang in There! shown. Many say the math’s wrong. Even greatContinue reading “A.C. Moore Sonnet 2: Quantum”

A.C. Moore Sonnet 1: Sight of the Eternal

How oft I seek transcendentalism.To become entangled in the ethos,Yet fall short of the fell mechanism?Yes, how could I forget? It is pathos Which calls to me. Her light spread out like wheatto thresh, refulgent in great harmony.My fellows think it cruel to leave the seatEmpty, and supplicate the surgeons fee Be met. Though vacancyContinue reading “A.C. Moore Sonnet 1: Sight of the Eternal”

Dressing & Undressing

The water boils as the fowl is hanged.She is upside down, a fragile container,Prepared to unleash the contents. Just breathe.Many times my blade has met the neck of a bird. Emotions pulse like blood as I grip. I must. She’s violent.The flock cannot keep her, and the time has come. I cut.The blood boils downContinue reading “Dressing & Undressing”

The Letter by the Chairs

I knew in time you’d come. With time, the smell would come. It’s no more than what I’ve known. The smell of people alone Could turn my stomach. That odor, of salt, and wet decay Makes my flesh crawl. People do not consider it, let   Alone Their actions. No matter how they try toContinue reading “The Letter by the Chairs”

With All Due Respect,

First I found the fundamental flaw: for thou claim-ed to be mine foster mother. Mentor, and friend—Yet thine actions instead are an exercise in androgyny. Thou profess neither hot nor cold, yet thy deceit comes off as a dogs vomit. Under thine unctuous umbrage I’ve earned unease. Twain we work, sowers in the field, yetContinue reading “With All Due Respect,”

Poetry Practice

Poetry is an artform which is dear to me. Long ago, I wrote many poems. For reasons I do not yet fully understand, I stopped writing poetry just before I graduated with an Associates degree in 2014. Yet now, as I continue my education seven years later, I have found once again that poetry isContinue reading “Poetry Practice”