P O E T S     ON THE LINE
a continuing anthology

Founded by Andrew Gettler & Linda Lerner

NO. 9 & 10         T H E  M I L L E N N I U M  I S S U E

Edited by Linda Lerner


TOOD MOORE

first
let let the words
fall in love w/you
they will circle
you like a pack of
wolves around a
still warm steer
then let them
close in the heat
makes a long curl
of smoke rise off
the letters & seep
into the skin next
let the smoke invade
yr blood once inside
it will turn into
voices that roar
down the veins
suddenly the poem
will be dancing you
& the wind will stop
blowing & the clouds
will hold still &
the waves will stop
forming and nothing
will burn you while
the lines are all
flying & suddenly
in that flash of
light not even death
will be able to
say yr name


TODD MOORE

the only time
i ever talked
to father abt
writing was
when he
was drinking
the whiskey let him
talk abt
his pain
once when
i asked him
where he
got his ideas
he grabbed
my hand &
made me
touch the
pulse going
up & down
on his wrist
you don't
write from
ideas you
write from
the skin
the blood
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