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.Some words: Walter Moores poems are a hell of a ride down a hard highway. Read this book. --Jesse DonaldsonHilarious 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 EgertonHere 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