Joy Moore

Go Ahead and Haunt Me

My mother’s grand piano, a shiny black Yamaha, was one of the few constants during my childhood. It accompanied us as we moved to new houses, cities, and states, each time settling into its own room. Every day, my mother would sit on her matching upholstered bench to practice while I played beneath it on […]

Joy Moore

Hunger

Joy Moore observes a bird begging for food in the wrong place.