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H.D. Moe (1937-2013): Fluxional, Vehicular and Transitive
by Jack Foley
In early July 2013, the poetry community learned that poet H.D. Moe was living at Salem Lutheran Extended Care Faculty in Oakland. Moe had been seriously ill with liver cancer for some time. He was now in hospice care. Alameda Poet Laureate Mary Rudge suggested that H.D. Moe should be given a medal for his many achievements in the art of poetry. I enthusiastically agreed, and together we planned an event at which David could be given the award. We fund-raised in the community for the event and received far more than was necessary to pay for the medal—which, as it turned out, was donated by Natica and Richard Angilly. Among the people donating money were three poets laureate: Robert Hass, Mary Rudge, and Al Young. The money we raised ($560) was given to H.D. Moe, who exclaimed that it was the most money he had ever received for a poetry reading!
Hearing about the project, people began to send me com
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Lawrence Moore writes from his loft study overlooking the coastal city of Portsmouth where he lives with his husband Matt and a good many cats.
He has felt an affinity for poetry from a young age and wrote periodically down the years before committing to it in his early forties. His poems have appeared in, among others, The Dirigible Balloon, Feral Poetry and The Madrigal. His poetry collection The Breadcrumb Trail was published by Jane’s Studio Press in March 2024.
Dim the lights. Draw the curtains. Kill the phone.
'Gone to ground' chief presumption, boy alone.
Feed the cats, leave the kittens occupied;
dressed in black, open window, sneak outside.
Find the trees that enshrine the golden lake,
disappear, checkpoints chomping at your wake,
lurk in space no one's heard of, none pursue;
force of will, murmuration, something new.
Laying low, swig the shadows, introspect,
recreate, count your blessings, resurrect,
sense the wind's resolution,