Jim Moore

Better Yet

Wanting to go beyond where I’ve already been: / Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing to do? / Then why would I rather go all the way back to the day / before I was born?

Already True

A Selection Of Poetry For These Times

Ode To My Kind

Here I am, once again among my kind, / half-moon high outside the window / rowing its light down the empty street, parting / the dark waves of the parking lot, soaking the oak leaves / all the way through.

Fear And Love

I wish I could make the argument that a river / and a sunset plus a calm disregard of the ego / are enough.

Also Known As

If you are more close to the dying / than you would like to be, then it is time for the sky / to grow larger than the earth, than the sea even.