Taylor Gray Moore

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

November 30, 2023, cont.
2023-12-11 13:59 Well, I didn’t go to Avenue du Mont Royal. I felt like I was fading, as I finished dinner, and thought it was best to stick to close by where I was staying. This was one of these fateful decisions, or at least it was what shaped the night.   I started to walk back towards the AirBnb. Via Duluth, which has always been a favourite street to me—I thought I would go along it and then just end up back close to where I would fall to sleep. I had been meaning to stop at some place I’d passed on St-La...
November 30, 2023
2023-12-11 13:58 I am in Montreal!   Sitting in a place on St-Denis called Mr. Cajun, because the jazz bar just down that I had wanted to go to was all full. Seemed divine, but was full. Oh well—this place smells pretty great. No complaints. Writing this while waiting for shrimp and chicken on rice and a ginger ale.   I did not sleep well, but that’s my fault (I stayed up ticketing with the website and then playing Zelda), and I slept enough (if you can call five hours enough). Flight was good: watched the B...
Heavy
2023-12-11 11:30 Heaviness is in an airport on the morning Of an early flight east—   Heavy with the weight of the ride here With my bags in the back of the car And the trope of busses passing the other way Through the humid winter’s darkness To enter into their daily service   Heavy with all those from destinations unknown In a slow line towards customs Between one flight and another, on the way to Cabo San Lucas Which is nothing like the Montreal ahead of myself   Heavy with the news and history...
November 29, 2023
2023-12-11 11:29 Antsy on this last day before flying out, I am down at a cafe (Perchance, just at Dunbar and 18th, a block away from me) in a table in a corner, watching the space become increasingly crowded as those children just leaving school begin to pile in. I don’t see myself staying long.   I have developed a tender relationship with cafes over the years. It’s where I started coming to write back when I was about twenty and first going out and exploring the city around me, walking random parts of it an...
November 28, 2023
2023-12-11 11:27 Went out Sunday night, to the Pioneer Pub deep in Richmond to meet an old friend who is now a co-worker (I poached him from private), and another co-worker, who is also a friend. It was a long overdue evening. We had a number of beers and a few conversations. Some other wanderers arrived to the table, including yet more co-workers. Much merry was made. The night got too long—and, although I had told everyone who would listen that I would be out the door and in an Uber at 9:30, I left after midni...
November 26, 2023
2023-12-11 11:25 There’s something intensely cruel about shift work. I know what I said about kvetching, and I’m really trying to write about something else, but you’d be shocked (those of you who don’t work a labour job, at least) by how much this sort of work dominates your time and energy. Today, for example, I’m exhausted from having worked two shifts in a row going from 4pm-11:30pm, which kept me up late, and then I have this one day off before I go back to work a shift that starts at 7am, which will get me...
Oops
2023-12-11 11:24 Ah. It seems that I put those first few entries in the wrong order, since I was just pasting into the template. I might attempt to fix that later. Otherwise, please note that the four entries below here are in the reverse order. Oops.   Update as of Dec 31: fixed it. The Montreal stuff is still out of order though, and I'll leave it like that until I'm done posting it all.
November 25, 2023
2023-12-11 11:22 Got a ride home from a very late shift last night, read in bed and then woke up slowly this morning. Made breakfast, with what feels like a twisted ankle, then came up and finished copying out the hand-written edits of the first chapter of the novella I want to finish.   It’s a nice day out; I’m waiting for the album that’s playing (You Forgot It in People) to finish, and then I’m going out for a walk. I think I’ll go down to the bog, which is lovely in the late autumn, something mystical and ...
This will eventually be a writing blog
2023-12-10 13:10   This will eventually be a writing blog   But there's nothing here yet. I'm just setting up the template and, because I don't really know how to set up a website, I'm doing that slowly. I already accidentally deleted the thing once, and I don't want to do anything awful again.    This "scribbles" subpage (blog; the website builder app calls it a blog) will become the home of all my social media posts, the poems and the excerpts and the little diary entries and etc. I wa...
November 23, 2023
2023-11-23 12:29   November 23, 2023   Slightly slower day, lovely weather. In a moment of relaxation, having a cold drink and being with the silence in a basement room in the house I was raised in, looking across at a photo of a youthful queen, an empty bottle of white Bordeaux, an old telephone and a concertina.   There are days like this on which these moments of nothing are of value.