todd moore | the gold cane, van gogh's ear, and the gun in the casket: wandering down this crooked road

This is the age of Lummox. Granted, there are many fine publishers out there, some of them even legendary. Grove Press, City Lights, and Black Sparrow not only published great writers but somehow went on to define an age. Scribners Continue reading todd moore | the gold cane, van gogh's ear, and the gun in the casket: wandering down this crooked road

todd moore | saturday night desperate, don winter, and the black mitten of poetry

I remember getting hit once with a baseball bat right in the middle of the back and the force of that blow spun me around toward a girl who was laughing. Sometimes a book will have that same effect on Continue reading todd moore | saturday night desperate, don winter, and the black mitten of poetry