The McKinley Review Magazine

Core Beliefs

By: Daniel Edward Moore Posted on: December 2018


Consider them seditious seeds,

tiny, hybrid hallucinatory shells

holding the best and worst of you

dark in the trunk of a rotten man

whose love for a woman flooded

the ground with the atrocity of trees.


Isn’t this how prophecy’s roots,

gossip their way up veiny bark

till finally writing winter’s memoir

on every sick and dying leaf

grieving the branches of you?

Tell me they’re not true. Me, a lover of lies.