I'm pleased to announce the release (July 2008) -
Poetry for a Universal Soul ~ The poetry in Burning Constellations ranges from sweet love to dark desperation. Introspective poetry slips easily into spiritual longings for 'perfect' love and otherworldly ideals (such as Angels and World Peace). History combines with resurrected ideas--now considered New Age in nature--as well as an emphasis on nature, spirituality, and pagan concepts explored through poetry.
Available in Paperback or as a download
Burning Constellations is also available at Amazon
Immortality Lives...Embracing Poetry in a New Age
(February 2002)
Sensual and mysterious, calming and yet at times disturbing, Immortality Lives... embraces antiquity while quickly forging into the future. Dena L. Moore's poetry rides a crescendo of emotion, capturing humanity full scale. From the blackest pits of desperation to the loftiest of spiritual realms, Immortality Lives... goes where many fear to tread.
"Immortality lives in the clay, the sand, and the artist's skillful hand."
Fluidity of Creation - Poetry of Love, Loss, & the Occult
(February 2002)
Poetry is pure spiritual emotion brought down to earth from the lofty heights of the human mind. Emotion is the song in our souls; it can be cold or passionate, forgiving or vengeful. Emotion is fluid and changing, and the poetry within Fluidity of Creation flows from the darkest corners of humanity to the outer reaches of the planets and New Age philosophy.
Professional Review for Fluidity of Creation:
Poetry in Sidereal Motion, October 27, 2002
By Keith White, Ph.D. (the University of South Florida St. Petersburg) -
Dena L. Moore's poetry seems to have the ability to change the motions of the stars. Moore rearranges primal thoughts -- much like the gods rearranged the constellations to tell humanity new stories. Such efforts as "Closure" and "Here I lie...Waiting" give us a more intense light to follow when we have lost our way in the darkness. ...
I Am Yours As Much As The Night
You lurk in the shadows of me,
A dark cloak the casket, the eternity,
Theft and pleasure entwined,
Phantom kisses desperate in their despair -
The gorgon penetrating the icy depths,
The soul of the da’at. I do not know your name.
I do not know your face, no, but I know you,
Master of the great beyond! Penetrate me,
Infiltrate me, flourish within this tight bud,
The vessel of me.
I am yours as much as the night,
You are mine, chaotic lover, in this shroud,
In this crowded time and space, you are mine.
I have no fear of you…no fear, only desire
As you move within me, possessing the tendril
Of my spirit - so strong, pulsating and yours!
Always yours as you coil within me,
Rising up empowered, not strangling but feeding,
Not pulling me below but moving, silently creeping
Out into the daylight through me…
Dena L Moore
