by William Moore | Jul 28, 2016 | William |
Pantiusly Yours Illustration key: Note the left leg is shorter. Sitting at the Right Hand is hard on a body. Billy Mays would show up 2,000 years too late for Pilate. Pilate would ultimately lose the suit against the exercise regimen that bears his name (but you...
by William Moore | Jun 17, 2016 | William |
And Your Daughter? Fast forward faster. Past the marionette months of drain bags and catheter tubes and spiking fevers with an affinity for threes (a.m., one oh). Your arms look overly naked, your unadorned body a stranger now that there’s nothing sticking out...
by William Moore | Jun 8, 2016 | William |
Keystone Specialists Philly suburbs, visiting family. You had said screw it. You weren’t going to be sad this time. It’ll have been 15 years since she died. Enough. This year, we celebrate her. The stomach ache started on the way down. It’s now day...
by William Moore | Oct 7, 2015 | William |
Morphine The river was perfect that day. Mattresses floated with disregard. Futons sank, deservedly so. To be a bed and a couch is already too much, and either way, not a boat. Mattresses, however. Who doesn’t want to float with disregard? (Clarification. There are no...
by William Moore | Oct 6, 2015 | William |
Directives You get no pretty pictures here. Ok? Alright? You’re going home. At least nod so I know you understand. Ok? Good. You got this tube inside you that runs up your arm, across your chest here, to your central artery. That’s your heart....
by William Moore | Oct 1, 2015 | William |
There Are Rules I’m nine on the family trip to the West Coast, when my aunt confiscates the dead crawfish from the restaurant, wraps it in a cloth napkin. A rule: You can take the napkin if it’s for a dead fish. Outside, set the fish in a stream. When it’s not...
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