Taylor Gray Moore

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

Feb 11, 2024
2024-02-12 17:36 Leaving for the airport in an hour. Then tension of leaving rising through the day. Oddly productive, though: started editing my collection, and did an outline for Coyote & Gun (That’s a novel; I’m doing that next). Keeps the tension at bay. Watched an episode of Hazbin Hotel. I am sitting here with a cup of rooibos tea, typing this to distract my head a bit. May be productive some more. Am leaving for the airport in an hour. Mean to sleep on the plane. I don’t usually sleep on the plane, but ha...
Feb 10, 2024
2024-02-10 23:12 I’ve slowed down on writing this, I know. I keep meaning to get something down and posted, but then I don’t. Just as well: I’ve been busy finishing other stuff and have done well without the distraction.   The big thing that I’ve done being finishing the second draft of that short story collection I’ve mentioned a couple of times. And it’s quite a bit shorter than I was expecting—250 pages, rather than 350—so I won’t have to worry about splitting it in two for publication, or anything like tha...
January 27, 2024
2024-01-27 00:53 I’ve thought about what it is what I get from literature, and art in general I guess, what its for. The thing that guides me through it when I write it and what I’m looking for when I read it. I’ve thought about it for years. Something clicked in the shower, and so I’m writing it down while its lucid.   There’s a freedom and limitlessness behind every moment. We stymie that all the time while we go throughout our day, let things get away, get sad, get mad, get distracted, but it’s always there...
January 24, 2024
2024-01-24 23:09 Visited the Richmond Public Market today, with Cali—who is just recently back from a cross-continental train journey—on this the day the busses came back into service. It was my first time in there. Even after working a block away for five and a half years, I had managed to never go inside. It had become a sort of legend.   Half of the shops on the first floor was shuttered, half or more, and we walked past this and a number of groceries stalls on our way to the stairs going up to the second l...
Cafe Noir Poems! (January 13, 2024)
2024-01-14 09:38 Another nine hour shift today, so not terribly exciting. Except for one thing: I heard back from Cactus about Cafe Noir Poems (I) today—they want it! I’m getting published again!   I will probably be more excited later once I’ve had time to process on a day when I am not working a nine hour shift. About that: story was empty again, I was miserably cold. I ate too much food too fast on my fifteen minute break. They also gave me a plaque congratulating me for five years of work there. Looking at...
January 12, 2024
2024-01-14 09:37 I am again too exhausted to write—I need to work on this problem. It’s, what, about 11:30 on a night after a nine hour shift. I got home at 10:20, warmed up a bowl of rice. Came down here. Stared ahead of me a few minutes to give the day time to scuttle off my back, and then I sit down. This is not the ideal time to be doing time--but I’m dedicating more daylight hours, when I can claim them, to work on other projects. That is more important. A good friend recently expressed concern that these s...
January 8, 2024
2024-01-08 23:43 A week since my last entry. Well, that’s probably healthy. Not like I haven’t been working on this, though—for that week, most of which was taken up by 2-9:30 evening shifts, I was working on the Montreal content. Wake up, write, go to work, come home, write, go to sleep, wake up, write… etc. I got sick of it and needed to step away. Now I can take steps back again.   Since yesterday have started thinking about my short story collection as a whole work, too. It is absurd, oversized and pretent...
December 6, 2023
2024-01-05 11:34 I suppose oysters were important… and Verdun followed. Verdun also came first, but it followed too. And that’s fundemental the outline of the entire day.   In more detail:   I wake up with a hangover, (no kidding), an hour later than I would have if I’d gone to bed at a reasonable hour. Nine-ish: about the plan. I lay in bed a little bit listening to the traffic, the day out there that’s underway without me. But I get up. I let myself have a moment of standing in the middle of the kitchen lo...
December 5, 2023 cont.
2024-01-03 10:52 Le Vieux Europe is a place I used to like to go but not buy anything, only window show. I didn’t have much of a disposable income back then—although I did dispose of it plenty of ways I probably could have done without. I probably could’ve bought more there—but I would just go in and bask in it. Lots of specialty meats and cheeses, an entire wall of coffee beans from around the world behind glass screens and ready to be taken home. European Chocolates. Panettone. It lives up to its name.   I’m...
New Year's Day 2024 Poem
2024-01-01 22:48 Ali Akbar Khan plays Raga Bhairav in 1973 And the plucked strings begin to densify as I chop tomatoes For tabbouleh And I drink flattening champagne On New Year’s day, 2024   The day never woke up The new year starts like this But it strangely found this focus you see Without my help