At the last full moon ( Read more... )

poem ( Read more... )

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Inert EruptionI remember the springtime of chaos and change ( Read more... )

A Good Cry
July 25th, 2014

A good cry
can taste like medicine,
salty bitterness
and quivered digestive spin,
plexus flip,
a strong exhale,
and then breathe in.

(c) Bethany Moore 2014

Rude Awakening ( Read more... )

feelingsIt just doesn't feel like my feelings ( Read more... )

June 9, 2014

Prose for Existential Plight

If this Goddess is ripped right out of me,
then what could possibly
be left of me, when being human
is simply not enough?

2014 (c) Bethany Moore

no poem for you
Feb 2014

oh, you? you.
for a year, i suffered you.
no, i have no words for you.
no poetry, no songs,
for you sucked the life straight from my lungs
and filled it with your empty hot air,
and now that i am rid of you,
i hardly remember, i hardly care.

(C) B.Moore 2014

Unfinished Business
February 2014barely acquainted before departing ( Read more... )