The Moya View

Tag: cold lyric

  • The Honey Alone

    The Honey Alone

    I wrote The Honey Alone after watching bees swarm near a shed in late summer; the scene became a study in pressure and inheritance. The poem examines how sweetness and labor coexist in the same body without sentiment or explanation.

  • Why They Closed the Pool

    Why They Closed the Pool

    I wrote Why They Closed the Pool after watching a drained municipal pool in late summer, its surfaces still carrying the memory of pressure. The poem studies how objects record disappearance—how heat, torque, and suction become the only witnesses left.

  • A Loss

    A Loss

    I wrote A Loss after burning a photograph that refused to fade on its own. The poem examines how ritual and chemical reaction replace sentiment, turning memory into residue and pressure.