Carley Moore

for Matt She says he spent a life contemplating white. I hear this about yellow too—the white in yellow is even more difficult. I like streets that cross into one another. This might be a way of making a mountain. I have only one stairway to climb down from. The map of Queens does not […]

The dog three stories down barks in bullets and captions. He’s Pac-man. He’s hungry. He’s right. The cat three stories up dislodges himself from his bed to move his water bowl and upturn his remaining food. He’s the self-made pigeon of the hall, the king of lumbering small, and the czar of surprise wake-up calls. […]

This morning I turned on myself. In the woods I called my leg. “Don’t go. At least not far. Stay to the left of me if not with me.” But I felt it go as I talked about throwing away the newspapers, eating the fish that landed on the table, and what to do when […]