Here it is the morning after a day known for its "Independence" so why not share some personal acts of freedom that mark this one poet's life. At this moment I have 5 chapbooks looking for publication and they are 'Boys," "Farewell Paradise Empire," "Stay," "The Mercy Effect," and "Waxing The Dents."

    I also have 126 Literary Journals reviewing poems for publication which also includes my first full-length poetry book, "Abduction By Ponder."

  • "Abduction By Ponder" and the OAK HARBOR POETRY PROJECT

    So its clear by my absence of writing here, that blogging isn't as easy or desirable for me to do, but I shall not give up on the challenge. Here's a brief update on what I've been working on and maybe why I haven't had time to blog. Most importantly I have been finishing my first full-length poetry collection, entitled, "Abduction By Ponder." If I stay on track which I plan on doing, I will be sending it out to meet my first deadlines, at the end of March. Completing a book that has been evolving for years, has truly taught me just how much focus, discipline and commitment to craft, revision, and publication are needed to make a diamond from coal. I am so grateful for being an obsessed poet who truly lives, eats, and sleeps the word, poetry. I humbly know nothing more.

    As the book approaches its first submissions I will try to write again, and share more about the process. In the meantime, please try to attend the monthly Oak Harbor Poetry Project Meeting on the third Sunday of each month from 3-4:30 at the Oak Harbor Library. We are really committed to growing a vibrant, connected, blossoming community of poets that will help raise the power of poetry on Whidbey Island.

    You can follow us on our Facebook site at the Oak Harbor Poetry Project.

  • 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!!!




                   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.




    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? 
    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.. 


    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.

    Yes, it is finally here.

    Twenty three poems, all pre-published in literary journals

    that will take you someplace you have not been before. 


    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.


    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.”