by Daniel Edward Moore
​Memories 2017 by Ahmed Osman
Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His poems are forthcoming in Nebo Literary JournalMain Street Rag MagazineNixes Mate ReviewBlue River ReviewVerdad MagazineSheila-Na-GigI-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).​

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.

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