Carley Moore’s poetry has been published in The Birdsong Collective, The Blue Letter, Coconut, Conduit, Fence, La Petite Zine, Painted Bride Quarterly and is forthcoming in American Poetry Review. She teaches writing in the Liberal Studies Program at New York University and lives with her husband and daughter in Brooklyn, New York. She is the co-curator of the POD reading series […]
Carley Moore
Carley Moore: Sex Ed
Mr. Dimao, our 7th grade Health teacher, was totally stand-up about it. He stuck to the facts, and he never got embarrassed. At the end of the unit, he made time for an anonymous Q&A. He even passed out scraps of paper he’d cut up himself. I couldn’t think of a question. I didn’t […]
Carley Moore: Keith
I wanted everything from my mother’s childhood—the paper doll with her photo superimposed on the head, the baby blue mini-wardrobe for doll clothes, the small pink poodle skirt. My grandma released an item every couple of years from the attic. I was never allowed in. “It’s a mess,” she said. Or “You’ll just root […]
Carley Moore: Review for Painted Bride Quarterly
Discipline by Dawn Lundy Martin (Nightboat Books, 2011) The first word of Dawn Lundy Martin’s newest collection of poetry, Discipline, is “excreta,” which is fitting because this is a book about what the body leaves behind and knows by way of its material leavings—feces, blood, sweat, and tears. In Discipline, Martin considers the ways in […]
Carley Moore: The Phenomenon of Ecstasy
after Salvador Dali If you lay the chair on its back it does not look like a woman. If you push the chair back and remember me sitting in it, it will remind you of a woman who was shaped by a chair. When you sit on the chair you make the woman into the […]
Carley Moore: On Being Low
How are we the underside of snow? Both on the street and in the trees? I saw your shadow. I saw you go. You are underneath the car. You are now one in a series of larger keys. How are you the underside of snow? You are the hat and the pilot. Low replaces low. […]