Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Three men wearing long black coats and hats emerge as if by conjure from an opening in the floor. They slowly climb up what is now recognizable as a staircase. They are carrying guns close to their bodies. They are Continue reading todd moore | i want it all and i want it now
I live at the movies. If I’m not actually sitting in a movie theater staring at the big screen, I am running bits and pieces of hundreds if not thousands of scenes in my head. I call them my psychic Continue reading todd moore | living at the movies with dillinger and depp
The question is how do you die with and through a character like Dillinger? Just how is that done? John Dillinger had become a part of me. He was as real to me as Madame Bovary was to Flaubert. He Continue reading todd moore | dying with dillinger in the corpse is dreaming