L.J. Moore's Blog, page 3
August 4, 2015
impressions of svalbard (1)
there was a feeling of the vastness of the sky. and of being so close to the top of the earth that there seemed little to hold me in place. the landscape, devoid of trees or of anything to measure myself against other than the ship, the icy crags, and the immense horizontal ribbons … Continue reading →
April 4, 2015
the cat who loved thanksgiving
the cat who loved thanksgiving he was a cat of grand reputation: his miaow melted the hearts of even those who in the secret heart of their hearts did not, in theory, like cats. yet each year he proved again, through the naked wonder��of his dilated eyes and drooling stare��at the plucked and trussed bird … Continue reading →
February 24, 2015
come see me read with Quiet Lightning @WeWork 3/2/15
storm market st. march 2, free beer by EVAN on SAT FEB 2 15 �� LEAVE A COMMENT We���re headed to WeWork Golden Gate on Monday, March 2nd, and hot abomunists do we have a show for you! Melissa Tan Emily Kiernan Emily Drevets L.J. Moore Katie Aliferis Apollo Papafrangou Cassandra Dallett Annelyse Gelman Jessica … Continue reading →
January 13, 2015
the least weasel
back in 1999 or so my mother called me from her desk at the cornell synchrotron and said, you better come up here- i’ve got five��baby-somethings in my pockets and they smell pretty bad. our relationship had been rocky for the past year or so, and we were not speaking much: i��took this call … Continue reading →
December 11, 2014
how it came to this
how it came to this At this moment, Lucky thinks about lowering his head and rushing the cops. In his mind, he sees it play out: their repeated warnings to stop, his perceptions slowing and lengthening in the surge of crisis, the thump and sting of bullets followed by the beloved quiet and the relief … Continue reading →
November 12, 2014
otter and wolf
otter and wolf It was said that otter was not right in the head. She ran toward loud noises. She jumped from steep snowbanks that dumped out onto the highway. She shoved her nose into piles of scat, into cooling campfire embers, into snake holes. She took deep breaths and held them as long … Continue reading →
October 28, 2014
Ambush: on the nature of storytelling
Ambush I was five years old when it first happened to me. I had just come home from kindergarten, and my mom was taking off my nice patent-leather boots before she let me go out to play. She called my dad in to look at the bright red spots on both of my legs that … Continue reading →
October 19, 2014
le cauchemar du chien
le cauchemar du chien Filed under: Projects Continue reading →
September 28, 2014
phoenix
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September 24, 2014
vin avec des rats
vin avec des ratsFiled under: Uncategorized Continue reading →
