Todd Moore has passed away. Im not going to over emotionalize this but the news has hit me with a high level of shock and sadness. I only spoke to Todd a few days ago and sent him a copy of my newest book. While i only met him though the internet and our relationship was brief, if not fleeting, he was always very kind to me. He gave me alot of time when others woudnt. He reviewed Air A boire and said
"Most minor poets would go all soft and sentimental here, but not Smith. This is the tell tale mark of a real talent working. Instead, he kicks all sentiment aside and gives us what his girl really looks like, all of it, the warts showing, including the snotty bubbles popping at the end of the his girl’s nose."
So im not going to piss and moan on about this. Ill be honest. Its just a damn shame to loose such a strong and kind man, An out law poet and some one i admired very much. My last words to him were that "the fuck" was the best poem i had ever read - ever. The thought of my letter being in the mail and never making it to him burns me; badly. I will have a beer for Todd tonight. Thats a fucking promise. Thank you T, you really were the godfather of this outlaw shit.
respect and best wishes to his family . com
R.I.P.
1937 - 2010




"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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