PROSE POETRY
DANIEL EDWARD MOORE
DANIEL EDWARD MOORE
GENESIS 22:12
When holy ghost power hijacks the brain with dopamine’s dogma of father guilt few boys survive the hour’s lament hoisting the heart through sanctified lips, raising the hands into realms of belief as a son stares up at his father’s face, cold as a knife of trembling steel, the blade of obedience glistening. Unlike Abraham I could not tie a boy’s wrists with rope. Call me Isaac, the boy who won’t burn for God on a mountain.
Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His poems are forthcoming in The Chiron Review, The American Journal of Poetry, The Bitter Oleander, Blue Mountain Review, Drunk Monkeys Magazine and Nixes Mate Review. He is the author of the chapbook, "Boys" (Duck Lake Books) and a full length collection Waxing The Dents (Brick Road Poetry Press).
