Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His poems are forthcoming in Nebo Literary Journal, Main Street Rag Magazine, Nixes Mate Review, Blue River Review, Verdad Magazine, Sheila-Na-Gig, I-70 Review, Lullwater Review and Flint Hills Review. He is the author of the chapbook, Boys (Duck Lake Books) and his full length collection, Waxing The Dents, was a finalist for the Brick Road Poetry Prize (Brick Road Poetry Press).
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Dear Mystery
I am cutting down for a while, feeding
like I do on the quail of questions,
all those bloody feathers on the page.
My appetite for the absolute ravages
all I touch. The tongue resents when
healthy thoughts come home sorely lacking.
No stranger stripped at 4:00 am
in a room once known for how a buddy
makes a boy a man. No virtue taught
adolescent style: a broken Christ with
a broken crayon, sketching how sad
the faithful look on Sunday’s guillotine.
Vexed by the vow of bright tomorrows,
I bow when told to glory’s fist, drinking what’s
left of this poor life from a blue cut-glass of stay.
