Erin Moure Poems (3 Poems)
A Real Motorcycle (Erin Moure Poems)
Unspeakable. The word that fills up the poem, that the head tries to excise. At 6 a.m., the wet lion. Its sewn plush face on the porch rail in the rain. Heavy rains later, & maybe a thunderstorm. 12 or … Continue reading
The Cold (Erin Moure Poems)
There was a cold In which A line of water across the chest risen (dream) Impetuate, or Impetuates Orthograph you cherish, a hand her Of doubt importance Her imbroglio the winnowing of ever Does establish An imbroglio, ever she does … Continue reading
The Chord (Erin Moure Poems)
Courageous lair “might prevail” Waking up to her your “yellow coal” Steals a its way harm’s imbrogliatic murmur to concatenate has been “said” a mortal habitation or cut in air that air leaks through here too *** Tricked again out … Continue reading
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