Damon Moore Poetry

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Listed below is my publication history plus links to magazines and journals, (if still current).

At the Commonwealth Graveyard, Ardroag, Acumen 112, May 2025 acumen-poetry.co.uk

Tokyo, La Piccioletta Barca, April 2025  www.picciolettabarca.com [READ HERE]

The Apocalypse, Bristol Noir, Nov 2023 bristolnoir.co.uk [READ HERE]

The Joy of Being Lost and Forgotten / Travelling / Calais / Naples / Poem for a Passage of Thought, Dreich Issue 7, Oct 2023 hybriddreich.co.uk [READ HERE]

Helsinki, Fly on the Wall Alien Issue, Nov 2020 flyonthewallpress.co.uk [READ HERE]

The Last Shepherds, Porridge Magazine, Autumn Edition 2020 porridgemagazine.com [READ HERE]

À deux, Folklore Prize Poetry Competition Anthology, 2020 [READ HERE]

Going for a Walk, FENCE August 2019 fenceportal.org

Peach Tree Island / The Bullring, New Square Sancho Panza Literary Society, Nov 2018 sanchopanzalit.wixsite.com/newsquare

Table Manners, Porridge Magazine, Issue 2, May 2018 porridgemagazine.com

The Multi-Storey Car-Park in Trenchard Street, MIX Conference Bath Spa University 2019 bathspa.ac.uk/projects/mix-conference/youtube.com/@torncalligrams

Horseriders, Eyot Issue 4, Sept 2018 eyotmagazine.bigcartel.com

The Treehouse, Forage Magazine Poetry of Nature Issue, April 2017 

Eight Instructions of Peter Young, Eyot Issue 2, Sept 2017 eyotmagazine.bigcartel.com [READ HERE]

The Audit Room, The Literateur, Dec 2016 literateur.com 

Alfred’s Tower, RAUM, Vol 1 / Issue 3, 2016 raumpoetry.bigcartel.com 

The Isle of Wight, The Delinquent, Issue 8, 2009

The Apocalypse

Everyone wants to know
a little about the apocalypse
when politicians
have run out of excuses,
Greta Thunberg having become first
minister of Sweden
and even she couldn’t persuade people.

With copyrights, patents
all lifted, AI given
one last opportunity,
any person separated was permitted
to search for any other.

No-one could bear to wait
to find out
so events accelerated
with streets swelling abnormally
and everyone out on foot
because no-one drove EV’s anymore.
AI needed all the electricity.

Then I spotted
tracking through the crowds
wearing a wide brimmed hat,
green rucksack
a figure I knew could only be you.

Poems about how
humanity will end are unlikely
to feature much love poetry.
But now I see how they can.