Grant Moser’s diminutive prose poem “starings and starvings” is disarmingly all-encompassing, a statement that we are alive. Like an energetic fusion of Kerouacian spontaneity and Mary Oliver-esque awareness of interconnectedness and jubilation at being alive and part of the living breathing world, “starings and starvings” gathers everything from oceans, firmament, water, and urban sprawl into a sparse package where every word crackles with intent.
starings and starvings
words and warm evenings and salty air and stormy seas and tawdry balconies and mosaic undergrounds and silent starings and starvings and water fountains (light) springing subways screeching and did you ever feel did you ever yell at the earth that you were alive that you were its extension and its crown
Grant Moser
Grant lives in central NJ. He likes to play with words.
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