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The following photos were taken during Todd Moore's recent book tour through California
















   Moore reading at the Mill Gallery                      Moore and Raindog just hanging out



























    Moore and Raindog doing their respective readings at the Mill Gallery gig

Featured Writers & Work:
WET STREETS
By Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

The wet streets
from my youth
come to me
in dreams.   They
are wetter
in the dreams.
My face is
wet, my hair,
my breath too.


IN THE SKIES
By Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

In the skies
of Los Angeles
God speaks about me.

I am His
only son.  I am
the light and the life.

I make the
sun rise and make red
red wine out of rain.

I cast out
all the demons, whores,
and sinners.  I bring

peace and love
to the world.  I make
all wars obsolete.


DEATH RETIRES
By Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

When Death folded its cloak
and took its last life,
its black eyes bled tears.
It let out a mournful sigh
and it watched the world fill
with people who would not die.
standing next
By Todd Moore

to the fire
barrel behind
the hotel
when shiloh
sd lets see
how fast
you are &
he was al
ready clear
ing the black
barrel of
the 45 auto
out of his
coat while
i was trying
to pull a
roy rogers
cap pistol
from my
belt bang
bang he sd
& touched
my right
eyelid the
bullet wd
be dreaming
just abt
there

Attitudes of a Frequently
Absent Party Girl
By David S. Pointer

I ask Rachel if
good instructors are
just transitional technology
at her institution not
knowing her recently
infected tattoo parlor
piercings led to limited
tongue amputation,
increased text messaging,
and enchantment with a
local plastic surgeon's
second office where
liposuction and breast
augmentation negate the
need for exercise, homework,
and a continual diet of brown
sugar snap peas and pasta.


Wall Street-
Washington
By David S. Pointer

The superiority complex
housing sustainable
economic exploitation
has energy escaping
like a scavenger gas
as Wall Street appoints
Timothy Geithner for
bank to bank resuscitation
and nobody clears
poverty's airway
just the pockets
of the global poor.




MILLION STORIES
By Craig Sernotti

I've got a
million stories
to tell
& only
six months
to live Old
Chuck said.
The dog that
farted
20 bucks
in nickels.
The Mexican
he-she with the
biggest dick
I've ever seen
before
or since.
Swimming with
retarded
sharks.
Hell get
us another
round &
maybe
I'll tell you
about the
girl who
wanted to
fuck
her father



JOE SAID
By Craig Sernotti

When I was
your age &
stationed
in Germany
I was
fucking
this chick
over there.
The best I
ever
had
hands down.
Tight all over
& she loved
whiskey
more
than me.
She had
the biggest
tits.
One day
she up &
told me
she was
16.
I swear
she looked
20
something.
I had
to break it
off cuz
the Army
would’ve
fucked me
up
big time
if they
found
that shit
out.
But shit man
those tits
I still jerk
off
to those
tits


gentle pastel
By Matt Finney

i was tired and i was the father of someone else's children. i didn't have any money or religion and i was a
stranger. i wanted you to leave. i've been here too many times before.


deep winter
By Matt Finney

all of these stretches of highway and you go down every one of them just to get to someone's warmth. you
crawl. if you sound like a coward it's because you are.


centuries, turning
By Matt Finney

there is no truth and why would you argue? stop pretending you were born for a greater purpose. it's enough to
be alive.


artifact
By Matt Finney

you can try but you'll go nowhere. you can use your children as shields but you'll never be safe. look at all the
mistakes you've made just to get here.


the defeatist
By Matt Finney

i listen for intruders while my children sleep and i go over the list of people i need to apologize to. i used to be
hopeless now i'm without hope. i didn't mean to waste my life writing poems.


fireplace road
By Matt Finney

i was thinking about hatred and all of the ways it could be turned into power. i was wanting to hold onto my
sons. i was afraid.
















             Another shot of Moore reading at the Mill Gallery, CA