Ticket For A Trance
Daniel Edward Moore Making art makes me feel out of control, in a ticket for a trance kind of way. The ways eyes need foreplay and a thesaurus needs words to spill at the end of a line-break’s erection, bursting into flames on the prairie’s white page. Calamity is certain for my heart again, if it can’t play the drum or say the word red or smuggle hallelujahs past the guard dogs in my mind. Making art makes me feel like a Buddhist bouncer with a mouth full of pepper spray mantras. |
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About the Author: Daniel Edward Moore’s poems have been published in journals such as: American Literary Review, The Spoon River Poetry Review, River Styx, Rattle, Western Humanities Review, Mid-American Review, Columbia Journal of Arts and Literature and others. He has poems forthcoming in Prairie Winds Literary Journal, Badlands Literary Journal, Broad Street Magazine, Common Ground Review, Glint Literary Journal, Compose Literary Journal, Tule Review and The American Journal of Poetry. He lives in Washington on Whidbey Island where he is working on his first book of poems, “Waxing The Dents.” Visit Daniel here.