James G. H. Moore
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James G.H. Moore is jghm, and he has been writing since 1963 with the intent of making poetry. Along the way, he has bartended, driven trucks, operated warehouse machinery, cooked, studied, taught, acted, produced television, managed a tv studio, written for advertizing, written and produced a short film, and co-produced a poetry tv program. He has stayed married for thirty four years, helped raise two daughters, and now helps out with his granddaughter. One nickname is "gypsy." He loves drums and jokes - though he can't tell one for beans.He loves games - including poker and Go. He loves history and math. He has a photographic memory for faces - but not names. Some might say he has a dry sense of humor - others might say parched - and some convoluted.
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a hard breath forms the word: dismember
I pulled apart the wings of a moth
Because I wanted to see how its delicate membranes
Connected and held together in such a way as to form flight -
For such a pudgy little body
And its memories of cocoon.
But like a poem it fell apart
As I looked too closely.
Of course,
this is a lie.
jghm
11/28/00, 1/11,01, 7/29/05
after the storm love is . . .
a laughing spider in the darkness
upon a leaf
a branch
a stem
and finally its own main web.
glow from a damp streetlight
outlines the intricate arachnid
its moist finite strands
and fragile, nocturnal
moves.
jghm
10/25/68, 1/13/01, 7/29/05
