Bob MooresMy butterfly effectSuspended, I hang between moments, unfinished poem, unmetaphoric, related to nothing but the point to which I refer myself, sealed in this…Oct 22, 2023Oct 22, 2023
Bob MooresLet’s try again…Let’s try again to sort the words into what we see and feel again for what we know is only what we say, the words birds on the wing in rare…Oct 20, 2021Oct 20, 2021
Bob MooresGetting back on trackI meant this to be a daily thing, you know, the spilling of words from my mind to the fingers to the keys to the screen. . . but it hasn’t…Dec 10, 2020Dec 10, 2020
Bob MooresSelf-evidenceI cannot escape myself. As far as I manage to go I come around again to the same starting point from which I commenced. It is the center…Dec 2, 2020Dec 2, 2020
Bob MooresTempus fugit, tempore confundit.There’s plenty of time. There’s never enough time. Time flies. Time crawls. An eternity that lasts a lifetime. A lifetime that is little…Dec 1, 2020Dec 1, 2020
Bob MooresAt Crane BeachThe need. The need for sun. The need for wind, for the ceaseless susurration of wave upon wave of moving water passing like a…Nov 30, 2020Nov 30, 2020
Bob MooresCeaseless.Change. Always change. Never the same river twice as Heraclitus alleged. Is the river moving beneath me or am I moving over its still…Nov 28, 2020Nov 28, 2020
Bob MooresTopographyMy small world contains immeasurable infinities, eternities in every second, universes like grains of sand in an hourglass sifting through…Nov 27, 2020Nov 27, 2020
Bob MooresMemoria ItalianoThe last two Thanksgivings have been unorthodox, last year in Italy, this year in COVIDland, neither observant of this peculiar remnant of…Nov 26, 2020Nov 26, 2020
