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Jim Moore is the author of five collections of poetry, most recently Underground: New and Selected Poems. He lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and Spoleto, Italy, and is getting used to being the oldest person in the room.
Here I am, once again among my kind, / half-moon high outside the window / rowing its light down the empty street, parting / the dark waves of the parking lot, soaking the oak leaves / all the way through.
September 2019I wish I could make the argument that a river / and a sunset plus a calm disregard of the ego / are enough.
June 2019If you are more close to the dying / than you would like to be, then it is time for the sky / to grow larger than the earth, than the sea even.
May 2019Has something we published moved you? Fired you up? Did we miss the mark? We’d love to hear about it.
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