Posted on March 14th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
RD Armstrong, Annie Menebroker and Todd Moore at Luna’s Cafe in Sacramento, May 21, 2009
I first corresponded with Todd Moore back in !997. I heard about him from Mark Weber, whom I had interviewed for my mag, The Lummox Journal. Initially I just wanted to interview him, not knowing who he was; but after [...]
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Posted on March 14th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
RD Armstrong, Annie Menebroker and Todd Moore at Luna’s Cafe in Sacramento, May 21, 2009
I first corresponded with Todd Moore back in 1997. I heard about him from Mark Weber, whom I had interviewed for my mag, The Lummox Journal. Initially I just wanted to interview him, not knowing who he was; but after [...]
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Posted on March 14th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
Todd Moore was pure dynamite – in the way he wrote, the way he lived, and the abundance of raw energy that he poured into everything that he did. My last conversation with Todd was March 11th, 2010. I wished him the best on his short trip out of town and promised to [...]
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Posted on March 14th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
Todd Moore was pure dynamite – in the way he wrote, the way he lived, and the abundance of raw energy that he poured into everything that he did. My last conversation with Todd was March 11th, 2010. I wished him the best on his short trip out of town and promised to [...]
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Posted on March 13th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
first thing
i stabbed
my ex-wife
in her gut
& ripped
the blade
upwards
spilling
her intestines
on her shoes
like spaghetti
noodles then
i slashed
her face the
tip of her nose
went flying
into the tall
grass the fifty
bucks i spent
on the bayonet
was a real bargain
Moore said
as the electric
door on our
steel cell slammed
shut on our
dreams
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Posted on March 13th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
first thing
i stabbed
my ex-wife
in her gut
& ripped
the blade
upwards
spilling
her intestines
on her shoes
like spaghetti
noodles then
i slashed
her face the
tip of her nose
went flying
into the tall
grass the fifty
bucks i spent
on the bayonet
was a real bargain
Moore said
as the electric
door on our
steel cell slammed
shut on our
dreams
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Posted on March 13th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
John Macker and Todd Moore | Mountainair, New Mexico, Summer 2006
…Todd and I met for our last lunch together a couple of months ago in Albuquerque. He brought with him a few books he’d been reading. One was a thick book on the mythology of the contemporary frontier, another a slim volume on Mayakovsky. Another [...]
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Posted on March 13th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
John Macker & Todd Moore | Mountainair, New Mexico, Summer 2006
…Todd and I met for our last lunch together a couple of months ago in Albuquerque. He brought with him a few books he’d been reading. One was a thick book on the mythology of the contemporary frontier, another a slim volume on Mayakovsky. Another [...]
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Posted on March 13th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
You’ve been in my thoughts and heart all day long my friend. We’ve just lost one of the great ones. I’ve been dealing with it all day long, had to leave the house, be with people. This is a tough one.
I think you might already have seen this. A pic and tribute I did for [...]
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Posted on March 13th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
You’ve been in my thoughts and heart all day long my friend. We’ve just lost one of the great ones. I’ve been dealing with it all day long, had to leave the house, be with people. This is a tough one.
I think you might already have seen this. A pic and tribute I did for [...]
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