DANIEL'S DAILY WORDS

  • TWO IMPORTANT POETRY EVENTS: BARKING LEGS THEATER IN CHATTANOOGA TN, AND THE OAK HARBOR POETRY PROJECT

    Hello, everyone, I know it's been a while since I posted here, but I wanted to make you aware of two things. One, I'll be doing a really special Poetry show at the Barking Legs Theater in Chattanooga TN, on Saturday, September 23rd from 8:00-9:30 PM.

    This is where I actually began my performance poetry path with the gracious love and support of Ann Law and Bruce Kaplan, the owners of the Theater. It is such an honor to return there almost 24 years later and be able to share my new book and work with the community of friends who were there at the beginning.

    Then on Sunday, October 15th at the Oak Harbor Library, from 3:00-4:30 PM, the new and exciting, OAK HARBOR POETRY PROJECT will be born. This will be a monthly Poetry reading sponsored by poets Aaron Marek, Laura Coe Moore and myself, to offer poets in our Island community a chance to read their work at an open mic, and hear a Featured Poet, chosen to share their work as an act of inspiration and challenge to become even more committed in our passion to write poetry. The details are still being worked out, but please plan on attending our first BIRTHDAY EVENT.  For more information, feel free to email me at poetman1567@yahoo.com.

  • WA 129 Poetry Anthology chosen by Tod Marshall the Poet Laureate of Washington

    Hello Sweet World

                                  WA 129 POETRY ANTHOLOGY

    This just came to my attention,  and now I hope it gets yours.......

    Tod Marshall, the Washington State Poet Laureate has chosen my poem,

    "A Ghost Minority," out of 2000 submissions to represent 129 years of the best poetry in Washinginton State's history. It is one of the 129......

    I AM PSYCHED, HAPPY, and downright GRATEFUL.

    Thank you Tod Marshall for making us all so PROUD!!!

  • CONFESSIONS OF A PENTECOSTAL BUDDHIST BOOK LAUNCH READING

       CONFESSIONS OF A PENTECOSTAL BUDDHIST

                                   BY

                   DANIEL EDWARD MOORE

     

       On March 4th at 7:00 PM, at the Unity Church

                             In Langley, WA

     

        Join us for the Book Launch Reading of Daniel’s

                        New collection of Poems.

     

    Confessions of a Pentecostal Buddhist beckons you into the imaginative, meditative world of poet Daniel Edward Moore, offering a sample of works that illustrate his versatility and ability to illuminate truths about the human condition. The twenty-three poems in the collection, all of which are pre-published in Literary Journals focus on religion, gender, and sexual identity, among other topics.

     

    A $5.00 suggested donation is requested, but no one turned away. Books will be available, cash or check.

            

  • WILD TRUTHS

     WILD TRUTHS

    I am loving the new creative tension between the wild truths such as: I have 14 new poems about to be released by some major Literary Journals in the next few months, and 11 poems either currently online or recently published in print journals, any my new book, "Confessions Of A Penetcostal Buddhist," has just come out, so why the tension between what WILD TRUTHS? 
    Well.........
    I am feeling very humbled by knowing that my book will be in the Oak Harbor Library today and this coming weekend Village Bookstore in Bellingham, will be reviewing it to possibly carry. 
    Having all these new conversations with folks in the "marketing world" is very different than writing poetry. But there is one beautiful gift singing through it all, I OBVIOUSLY SPEAK IN TONGUES, and soon a book launch reading date and time will be announced and you will have a chance to hear the voice behind the words and become the INTERPRETER of the tongue that wrote the poems.. 
    STAY TUNED.,
    AND KEEP THAT LOVE FLOWING.......

  • 'CONFESSIONS OF A PENTECOSTAL BUDDHIST' NOW ON KINDLE

    Confessions of a Pentecostal Buddhist Kindle Edition

    Greetings Everyone,
    I am happy to announce that you can now buy and read my new book of poems on Kindle, and it gives you a preview of the dedication page and three poems. So, please give your heart and mind a special gift today and let these poems become part of your poetic history...... Many Thanks for your support.
  • "CONFESSIONS OF A PENTECOSTAL BUDDHIST" HAS ARRIVED ON AMAZON!!!!!!

    Yes, it is finally here.

    Twenty three poems, all pre-published in literary journals

    that will take you someplace you have not been before. 

    BUY IT. READ IT. BREATHE IT. EAT IT.

    Then tell the world what is waiting at the feast.

    "If it were not true, I never would have told you"..... SID Buddha

    Bless you all for listening.....

  • december Magazine will publish "Eschatology," and "Some Thoughts On Heaven After a Violent Storm"

    Another bolt of lightning in 2017, december Magazine, emailed me with their acceptances of "Eschatology," and "Some Thoughts On Heaven After a violent Storm," to probably be in the Fall issue. Besides the literary history listed below, they also introduced Raymond Carver to the world.

    Needless to say, I am swimming in pure JOY, in DECEMEBER, and the water is so WARM!!!!!!!

    december has a distinguished legacy of publishing the early work of little-known writers and artists, many of whom became major literary figures, including Donald Barthelme, Marvin Bell, Stephen Berg, Rita Mae Brown, Raymond Carver, Stephen Dunn, Donald Hall, Michael Harper, Donald Justice, Ted Kooser, Philip Levine, Joyce Carol Oates, Marge Piercy, William Stafford, C.K. Williams, Charles Wright, and James Wright.

  • MY HAPPY NEW YEARS DAY....THE AMERICAN JOURNAL OF POETRY..... TWO POEMS.......

    Greetings All,

    On New Years Day, my two poems, "Locks, Rust And The Goddess OF Trust,"

    and "IF," will be published online in The American Journal Of Poetry.

    A very special thanks to Editor, Robert Nazarene, for showcasing these poems with other poets such as Bob Hicok, Marianne Barouch, Denise Duhamel, Bruce Bond and many more. This experience teaches me more about who I truly am as a poet and where my work desires and deserves to be heard. 

    Truly, more shall be revealed...

  • IF there is no place like HOME

    IF there is no place like HOME,

    then maybe that’s why it’s taken 14 years for me to pause long enough, and become open enough, to hear that word whisper and shout, sweat and sleep, and be so eloquently expounded upon by Chris my therapist, Dharma teachers, poets and friends, and embodied in the eyes of my wife.

    The thought of it being an “inside job” a mindful architecture of breath and body, certainly resonates deeply with me because of my clear commitment to practicing a Buddhist path, where meditation and mindfulness are foundational to everything.

    The path is where context and content meet and recognize they both have the same address, which is why ours has CHANGED.

    A brief history is now in order. Here, I’ve chosen to use excerpts from four new poems, which have become my personal template for this trauma based gift of ecstasy. They will follow this brief description.

    Three months ago we were informed that our friends who we’ve rented our farmhouse from for the past 5 years, had decided to sell the place. Now for folks who aren’t familiar with ‘the place” which I have named my “Paradise Empire,” the best way to visually understand the power of such BEAUTY is by looking at the pictures on my website and Facebook, and then reflect on these words.

     

    From “Farewell Paradise Empire,"                                                                                                                        

     

    to the field’s black eye whose lashes of corn flirted with me at dawn

    to Main Street’s murmuring eighteen wheels pulsing to the Port. Townsend Ferry

    to the dented cushion shaped like my ass holding me silent as a tombstone

    to the hardened veins of Virginia Creeper bloodless on the barn’s gray face

    to the frigid sea whipping castles at night as I dreamt in the language of driftwood

    to the Olympic Mountains hypnotic call to rise above the poor in spirit

     

    From “The Extravagant Trauma Of Travel,”

     

    For five years in the Country of Now

    bliss breathed even from lungs on fire,

    which is why letting go are not mythical words

    found on a realtor’s sign.

    It will thunder as our brake lights blink goodbye,

    as lightning carves a path through the storm:

    some light to see, some heat to burn

    our footprints from the field.

    Like deer, moaning, in winter’s

    first snow, apple fed and fallen,

    the half that made it couldn’t save

    the other half that didn’t.

     

    From “Forest Made of Words,”

     

    When the house knows you’re leaving it soon,

                          which explains the dramatic seizures of wind,

                                                  temperatures falling, velocity rising,

     

    the prairie becomes a Ouija board

                              crawling with fingers of Indian bones

                                                             writing Sad out of mud.

     

     

    And finally from “Slot Machine Saints,”

    Darling, if the future has something to do with

    dreaming at night on Anchor Drive, no longer

    frozen by the now you must leave, or scorched

     

    by the flames of them leaving us, maybe in the

    absence of chill and burn we can stand naked

    and bow to the clock, praying to a god we can trust.

     

    Yesterday we bought a HOME in Oak Harbor.

    There we will learn more about HOME, in ways we cannot imagine.

     

    And no one speaks art as the language of HOME better than my beloved Rilke…..

     

         “Surely, all art is the result of one’s having been in danger,

        of having gone through an experience all the way to the end.”

                                                                                                                                                       

     

  • GLINT LITERARY JOURNAL NOMINATES "EMMANUEL' FOR A PUSHCART PRIZE

    Oh Beloved friends, give thanks to Brenda the Editor at Glint Literary Journal for her belief and love of my poem "Emmanuel," like the word says, someone or some power like God is with us. It feels like I've been nominated for Best Actor, in the movie of my Father.

    In case you are wondering what the significance of being nominated for the Pushcart Prize means, here are some folks you might recognize saying something COOL about it:

    The Pushcart Prize editions are urgent and absolutely necessary." — Mary Karr

     

    Of far more significance than other awards."  — Joyce Carol Oates

     

    "America's best fiction, fiction, poetry and essays for decades." — Billy Collins

     

    "A Pushcart Prize selection is one of the very best things that could happen to a writer." 
    — Charles Wright