All of My Poetry in One Place
A master list of my poems that are available to read on Medium
I’ve been posting poetry here on Medium off and on since 2018, and I thought it was time to create a master list of all the poems I have posted so far. That way, there’s one easy place where I can direct anyone who is interested in reading my poetry. I’ll update this list as needed with future poems, too, and I’ll keep it pinned on my profile. And when I eventually publish the poetry book I’m working on, I’ll post a link to that here, as well.
If you’re interested, click around on the links below to see all the poems I’ve posted here over the last few years. They’s listed chronologically since that’s how I went about collecting them, and it was interesting to look at some of my older poems and see what has changed and what has stayed the same about my writing style.
Thank you to everyone who reads, claps, comments, or just silently enjoys my poetry. Your support means so much to me.
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Three Ways of Looking at a Bobby Pin
A Letter to Myself in Autumn 2015
Harry Potter Questions his Career Choice
I am Thinking About Reincarnation While in the Shower
It’s Called “Chronic Pain” for a Reason
In Which I Have a Dream About my Dead Grandfather
At My Grandmother’s House the Week Before She Died
Thinking of Someone You Used to Know in the Time of a Pandemic
Some Driving Advice for the Modern Woman
What We Dreamt About When We Dreamt About Being Together
And the Thoughts Go in Circles
The Three Little Pigs Teach Me a Lesson
Sometimes They Call It Wanderlust
On Missing My Grandmother as She Used to Be
You think the problem is that you aren’t explaining yourself well enough
Truth is, I am always imagining her alive
A prayer to my mother in her kitchen
In which my mom and I dream about grandma after her death
On asking my tarot cards for a little sense of direction
In which my subconscious reminds me again and again that I can’t save everyone
What they don’t tell you when your grandma dies during a pandemic
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Grace Moore is a writer of poetry, fiction, and nonfiction. Her interests include travel, reading, and doing any activity that involves supplies from the craft store. She lives in Washington with her husband, where they can often be found discussing Doctor Who in-depth. She’s passionate about helping writers find their motivation and unlock their creativity. Follow her on Instagram and Twitter.