David Moolten’s most recent book, Primitive Mood, won the T. S. Eliot Prize (Truman State University Press, 2009). […]
David Moolten
He stands by a river and all those women, his desire still thick as confection. Yes […]
Cezanne’s Diabetes by David Moolten
My friend wept on the job like he’d walked around the rainy woods in his Boscov’s […]
The Deer by David Moolten
For Odette Call it hallucinatory truth, it came like Goethe shouting himself kaput in […]
LISE MEITNER VISUALIZES FISSION, 1939 by David Moolten
As the Lord commanded Moses, so he numbered them in the wilderness... He doesn’t open his […]
Numbers by David Moolten
So what if Huberman put chin to wood in the bunker like a slyer, spryer Mephistopheles, […]