Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His poems are forthcoming in The Cape Rock, Kestrel, Nebo Literary Journal, Main Street Rag, Nixes Mate Review, Blue River Review, Verdad Magazine and Impossible Archetype. He is the author of the chapbook Boys (Duck Lake Books) and Waxing the Dents is full length collection is from Brick Road Poetry Press.
are words & breath, Saturn’s rings, iridescent rivers
of metaphor’s ice colliding with emotion’s rock-hard debris
in the hours between four and seven.
As the Queen of my world dreams down the hall
in a teakwood bed from Bali, I recline on the couch
beneath a blanket of puppies preparing my body
for the day’s little wars. With one hand on the keyboard
& the other in fur, let the battle begin. Surrendering quickly to
silence as god, hot blue sparks from my fingertips burn a hole
through the day’s new door. Walking fiercely, decked in danger
and bliss, my soul is incognito and happy. What I fear most is
not turning around and finding you there watching.