Cal MooreinLiterally LiteraryFaithIt is not a stained glass window of glinting shades. It is the mirror flowing in my self communion…Jun 4, 2019Jun 4, 2019
Cal MooreinLiterally LiteraryThe Seventh CigaretteTell me of the whirlwind stirring under your shirt and in your sheets once more as I’m on my knees dying to hear a fist slam down on your…May 26, 20192May 26, 20192
Cal MooreinThe JunctionSouls At Zero*CN: one (rather slight) slur, some general foul language*Jul 17, 2018Jul 17, 2018
Cal MooreinLiterally LiteraryIsolation, PixelationRemember then, the cinema glowJun 8, 20182Jun 8, 20182
Cal MooreWorking Life: A Snapshot of Class ExperienceThe following is a brief pseudo-memoir written for an anthology of working class writers…Mar 1, 2018Mar 1, 2018
Cal MooreinLiterally LiteraryGassho (a tribute to Rilke and Dogen)Meaning and matter are not to be found in a net cast from mind to Future momentFeb 20, 2018Feb 20, 2018
Cal MooreinIntimately IntricateBirdSongstare right past me a body of air absentee -my chords are harmonies plucked — from negative spaceJan 28, 20183Jan 28, 20183
Cal MooreMotherbeware her brittle blacklite babies incubators, violet wards cold as coal and bleeding sepia a bracing chill of electric air the seed banks…Jan 9, 20181Jan 9, 20181