Steve J. Moore

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Everything Else Now Should Come Easy.

In Writing on October 30, 2008 at 5:01 pm

Sit down for a few minutes, turn off the TV, close your laptop–wait, don’t do that, just close your YouTube or Hulu windows–take a sip of Sumatra, and relax.

Pretend like you’re reading this out loud in your head, perform for yourself silently and savor each liquid word.

Malcolm Alexander

BEGINNER’S LESSON

If you wish to be wealthy, duck beneath
the topcoat of a well-dressed river
until you come up with a mossy boot
filled with shiners. Spend them wisely.

To tread lightly on the earth,
first breathe in and out slowly
to sense how oxygen walks barefoot,
then observe butterflies, so weightless
even our poetry burdens them.

Avoid mistaking sadness for blueberries,
but if this happens, remember only one
of the two tastes like a somersault.

Make nothing more of the moon
than what it is, a great big pebble
hunting for a shoe, not to be confused
with the heart, likewise a vagabond.

Inside of every stray cat lurks a person
who discarded love. Remember this
when you bend over to wind them up.

If you feel compelled to fly a flag,
note how it struggles in vain to be a rainbow
and how envy will make it twist and flap
like a tongue. Consider instead a kite.

If you desire to reach heaven,
have your body buried in an aspen grove.
In time, all of you will wick up
into a loud version of it.

If the noise of the human world overwhelms you,
trace the voicebox of an orchid with your finger.
When you get to the aria, listen.
But beware, for beauty can be a lacewing
or a meteor, and lands wherever it pleases.

When you finish reading a poem,
bend it around so you can see
yourself in it. Then laugh out loud.
Everything else now should come easy.

2006 Rattle Poetry Prize, Honorable Mention

Now, have a good day 🙂

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Something that Made me Cry a Bit

In Writing on October 8, 2008 at 7:39 pm

As I was driving to school one morning down the tiny, and often poetically foggy, Highway M, I heard an especially interesting and emotional story. It was Friday, so NPR’s “Morning Edition” was sharing pieces from “StoryCorps,” a group of journalists that go around the country in search of real American narratives in short form.

This piece, titled “A Love That Defied A Cancer Diagnosis,” could be misplaced as a sappy pre-teen paperback, but I assure you there is no cliche in the emotion. Take a listen here, or read (but I highly recommend hearing the story told by its real-life protagonist).