Taylor Gray Moore

Writer of fiction, poetry, etc - based in Vancouver BC

September 26
2024-09-26 23:31 Cali has come down from her fire tower in Alberta, where she spent the summer watching for fires, and has returned to Vancouver. This was late Sunday night. Today, we met up and west to a comedy show.   Said goodbye to her last, I think it was June? Had a dinner with her and a couple of others at a Serbian restaurant on Royal Oak in Burnaby, place nobody had ever heard of before in a strip mall that spoiled us with meats and breads and good Serbian wine, and then she went away on her bicycle a...
September 25, 2024 (I'm alive)
2024-09-26 11:04 So, after this many months, here I am writing in here again. I did go to England, and I wrote a lot there. I’ll be posting selections from that in the next little bit, and some of this will make a lot more sense with that context anyway. It was just a lot, I didn’t have an internet connection on my laptop for the trip and then when I got back I didn’t feel like going through it all. A lot of things happened for me over the summer and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be writing about it as it went: I ...
May 15/16
2024-05-15 11:57 Had the job interview. Don’t know how I feel about that, since I don’t know if I want the job. Ah well. Whatever will be, will be. I am happy I did well. And I did. I think. Do I hope?   Sitting in Jitters Cafe on 4th, after having bought new shoes and a few records. It’s good to be up 4th. Don’t get here much. A lot of memories.   …   I forgot this laptop when I left the cafe. I got home, settled for a bit, then went into my bag and the laptop was not there. Panic. I got my grandpa to giv...
News on Publication
2024-05-12 17:33 Aside from all that below--   Cafe Noir Poems (I) is launching on September 1st. I will be going to Montreal for that. More details closer to the time, but that's the day. I'm bringing a friend; it is his birthday.   I am working on getting another book, Vancover Observed Through a Glass Window, self-published. Before the end of the year, for sure, hopefully over the summer but I don't want to rush it. It has poetry in it, but it's nearly half prose. Call it a multi-genre mem...
May 3, 2024
2024-05-12 17:31 The milestone that struck me—it hit me as I was sitting in the break room, bored with the day, mostly spent walking around waiting for customers to talk to me; and depressed about what passes for a future there, which was mostly the hope of slightly cushier versions of the same keeping me afloat while I made time to write—was that, if I found a way back to Montreal, if I were to be offered a job with writing, or possibly anything, sometime when I was in town, I would take it. And I would go back...
April 29, 2024
2024-05-12 17:26 It has been a very long time since I’ve written an entry to this. It seems I lied in my initial statement. Or, rather, we’ve seen how long I can keep that up. About a month and a half.   I am in Montreal again. Literary festival that Willow invited me to. Blue Metropolis.   ….   Start again. I think I got interrupted. That was days ago now, when I wrote what you were just reading. The festival has ended. I attended the cocktail closure that didn’t have cocktails, and it ended. I’m still he...
May 6, 2024
2024-05-12 17:23 Okay, I’m going to try actually writing in this a bit more.   Starting to practice French a bit more seriously. Because I am spending more time in Montreal and may be spending even more time in the future. Another language, another world: that much is true. I was told that in Montreal, and it's stuck with me. I’d like another world.   Working as a product consultant this week. Today, being a Monday, was quiet. Making room for a bunch of Bordeaux coming in for a flash sale. I might get on...
Feb 22, 2024
2024-02-25 14:12 I am in Nassau Airport, finally with a coffee, after a morning that has been a comedy of errors.   Hard to sleep last night, just a bit, due to a second burn here at the tail end of the trip, to match the one I got at the start. This one’s a bit worse. But I slept enough. Woke up a bit before my alarm, at 4:56, and I put on coffee and went for my shower. Got dressed, poured the coffee. Finished packing. Had that cup of coffee, had another. Andrew was up by then, together we drained the pot, an...
At RaInbow Bay
2024-02-20 18:02 Limestone smacked by the sea And criss crossed by holes The sea rises up in like a question I float in the water and gaze into The Blight of Eleuthera   Thinking of the endless waves and the sharks That slip their way in from the deep Atlantic And the red sand all across from Africa There’s nothing to stop its ocean-wide thought   And the bats that flew away at the sound of me At the mouth of that cave The second day here I went in with the Austrians and we threw that rock That on...
Feb 12, 2024
2024-02-12 17:38 I slept on the plane, on and off, my arms and legs sore and the rest once or twice punctured by an anguished baby. I’m partway there now—in a TGI Friday’s in the Atlanta Airport, a little bit away from the gate my flight to Nassau is leaving from.   Not much to say. In Georgia: never been to Georgia before. Won’t see anything but the airport, the drizzle and the overcast outside. Weather not so much different from Vancouver.   The music they play here is better than what they play at YVR. I ...