Posts Tagged ‘Todd Moore’

Thursday, March 18th, 2010

lawrence welsh | outlaw waiting

1994 | Todd Moore and Lawrence Welsh read together at the PEARL MAGAZINE PUBLICATION PARTY and CHARLES BUKOWSKI TRIBUTE in Long Beach, California. | Photo: Lawrence Welsch
OUTLAW WAITING
for todd moore
perhaps a yes
perhaps not
perhaps a gasoline hand
or the drought
drafts
to still his moves
give cold machinations
and turnkey privileges
on the plain:
it’s staked
it’s stalked
the coolness
and no regret
around
his squinting eyes

1994 [...]

Thursday, March 18th, 2010

mark weber | march 17, 2010 | 4:30pm Albuquerque New Mexico

Todd Moore, Tony Moffeit and Mark Weber. 8 august 1992. Important: These Fugitives Should Be Considered Dangerous And Might Possibly Be Armed. NEVER Attempt To Arrest Or Apprehend These Subjects Yourself.
I spoke
with Todd’s wife Barbara this morning, and finally Todd’s body has been released by coroner’s office of Tucson, who apparently loves red tape and [...]

Sunday, March 14th, 2010

rd armstrong | todd moore and lummox press

RD Armstrong, Annie Menebroker and Todd Moore at Luna’s Cafe in Sacramento, May 21, 2009
I first corresponded with Todd Moore back in !997. I heard about him from Mark Weber, whom I had interviewed for my mag, The Lummox Journal. Initially I just wanted to interview him, not knowing who he was; but after [...]

Sunday, March 14th, 2010

wolfgang carstens | todd moore | boom

Todd Moore was pure dynamite – in the way he wrote, the way he lived, and the abundance of raw energy that he poured into everything that he did. My last conversation with Todd was March 11th, 2010. I wished him the best on his short trip out of town and promised to [...]

Saturday, March 13th, 2010

wolfgang carstens | for todd moore

first thing
i stabbed
my ex-wife
in her gut
& ripped
the blade
upwards
spilling
her intestines
on her shoes
like spaghetti
noodles then
i slashed
her face the
tip of her nose
went flying
into the tall
grass the fifty
bucks i spent
on the bayonet
was a real bargain
Moore said
as the electric
door on our
steel cell slammed
shut on our
dreams