By Loretta Fulton Dr. Steven Moore, an ACU English professor and prolific writer, will present “Brushstrokes & Verses” at 6 p.m. Thursday, Sept. 4, at the Grace Museum. The program is free. Light refreshments will be provided. The museum will be open free of charge to the public 5-8 p.m. (Moore also will speak at the Abilene Association of Congregations
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Dr. Steven Moore, an ACU English professor and prolific writer, will be guest speaker for the Wednesday, Aug. 27, meeting of the Abilene Association of Congregations. The meeting, which is open to the public, begins with lunch at 11:45 a.m., at Wylie Christian Church, 6250 Buffalo Gap Road. Suggested lunch donation is $3. (Moore also will speak at the Grace Museum
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By Loretta Fulton Seven and One Books will be the site of a book signing and reading for the first book of poetry published by Dr. Steven T. Moore, professor English at Abilene Christian University. Hours will be 4-6 p.m. The store is located at 1138 N. 2nd St. Although Moore is a prolific writer, including poetry, The Horizon Never Forgets
Read moreBy STEVEN T. MOORE American teens sticky beachbeneath their toesgossip laughdrink beerseagulls scream jump and singit’s springtimesun sparklingthis afternoon faraway a young girl wearing yellow lies frozennext to a halfeaten buildingthe grass is graytrees have losttheir leaves a lone arm dangles down the streeta leg leans against wooden fence, a hand rests nearby charred boy still on bike no screaming train in sight vacant homes hollow schools blinking streetlights no birds at allmoon and starshave gone silent Dr.
Read moreEditor’s Note: Dr. Steven T. Moore, English professor at Abilene Christian University, wrote the following poem in response to the conviction of three men in the February 2020 murder of Ahmaud Arbery. Moore also wrote a poem following Arbery’s death. Click here to read the first poem. By STEVEN T. MOORE Black people know the taste of smoke and blood, that
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Falling LeavesDedicated to the Black Lives We’ve Lost By STEVEN T. MOORE I look out the window, having realized evening approaches, and the golden hour — blazing like fire — send sparks lifting off into the air, abandoning the shiny surfaces of every leaf. They change slowly, the leaves, moving from green to red, then red to orange, then
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By STEVEN T. MOORE Moving down Freedom Laneblack naked feet protected inside white Nike AirI keep trying to fly yet can’tas each foot rises and falls pounding the pavement belowon this cool evening with the naughtywind tickling against my legs and necka few birds cooingmoon jumping in the skyrefusing to be ignored. I see Wanted signshanging on every lampposton both sides of
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By STEVEN T. MOORE for George Floyd I’m reading a children’s book about knights and castles to Mrs. Walker’s class,their tiny faces beaming as I read each page.But this morning, I’m only watching the black boys and black girls because of last night’s news:another unarmed black person dead. I turn the page, see the black boy in blue.He will be delayed during 3:30
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