Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
it is the first day of 2010 and i ask myself what is the greatest measure of one’s worth. and i answer myself that it is one’s own madness of love with life. as one is constantly madly in love Continue reading tony moffeit | it is the first day of 2010
Sometimes being an Outlaw Poet means just simply doing the right thing. Which is both a cliché and a quiet act of humanity. What happens in the poetry world is that we get so caught up in our own legends, Continue reading todd moore | patrick mckinnon and the drunken shamanic
road/house began as a quarterly but after a year I realized that wasn’t exactly realistic. Then it came out a couple of times a year. I started publishing Road/house in 1975 and it was a magazine for about eight issues. Continue reading road/house | chapbook verite editions