Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Performance Art

Give her a chance
and she’ll break it
into shards of glass
she’ll sheepishly gather
and offer back to you
with exhausted pleas
to reconstruct to spec
before her next performance

© April 24, 2012 Barbara Moore
Guerilla Pamphlets Volume 21

Sunday, April 22, 2012

On the Beach at Dawn

Lying next to you
Your hip at my hip
Our eyes look up
Colors burst untamed
Nature’s pyrotechnics
Morning’s nasturtiums
Our mouths fall open
My fingers find your fingers
We laugh and swallow flame

© August 28, 2009 Barbara Moore
The Weekenders Magazine Issue 6

Monday, April 16, 2012


“No one’s dying here," she tells me
and I am caught up short
counting little daily deaths --
those we shove in drawers,
kick under beds,

throw over balconies
at passersby.
Love is bloodied,
in critical condition
soon to be pronounced.

Laughter bubbles rise
from light's collapse.
Last folding chair
at your birthday party.
“No one’s dying here.”

©  April 16, 2012 Barbara Moore
Fearless Magazine