my lungs are a divebar

Dr. Walter Moore (BA, MFA, Ph.D.)—lauded bard who teaches in the School of Writing, Literature, and Film at Oregon State University—presents this dive bar book of guttural knowledge. Set in rural Indiana and urban Washington (some Texas too), these are “tween” poems for the everyperson. Poems that celebrate the all-but-forgotten beautifuls . . . an awards ceremony that offers saint statues to degenerates.

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“Walter Moore’s poems are a hell of a ride down a hard highway. Read this book.” —Jesse Donaldson

“Hilarious, painful, and outrageous - often in the same phrase. Drawing from overheard fist fights, willfully eschewed observations, and half-a-lifetime of wrong turns turned right, Walter Moore crafts nail-sharp poems and prose explosions with a kind of screaming, laughing brilliance that is not be missed. These pages will slap your eyes until everything you see shines.” —Owen Egerton

“Here is an honest underworld of poverty, booze, smoke, fighting, loving, debt, work, and redemptive friendship. The players are self-deprecating and cocky, punkish and tender, absurd and sincere as they make fun of and try to hang on to their troubled America. Walter Moore is a terrific poet whose voice is soaked in the millennial experiences of music, film, media and seeing through bullshit.” —Henry Hughes