Burn One Down

February 28, 2019 AA Moore 0

Leaves fall, drop from naked arms, sprout tiny lime and avocado buds full bloom and crinkle into fire again and shit, it’s been a year.   I should have come sooner.   Remember Uncle Dave’s funeral, you attempting to get your eyes dry in the cold, I tried to hold read more


Carny Casualty

August 29, 2018 AA Moore 0

A braided beauty in aztec-patterned high-top shoes, reverses back against a boy in blue.  Daggering to the bump of sound system bass, She leans too far forward and topples on her face. She’s a five-star carny casualty. Six tiny-looking girls inhale matching blue balloons, A collective breath is taken until read more



April 1, 2018 AA Moore 0

This is my home everytime I roam she pulls me back like a jealous bitch an itch in my fibre. Thirty-somethings move away I’ll stay. She’ll financially cripple me triple me in debt. Never forget a decade of secrets hidden in these seams Guardian of my dreams South to East read more


Hang the DJ

March 7, 2018 AA Moore 0

Between the black T. Shirt beard scratchers, and the iTunes shufflers, stands the DJ. He’s in the firing line of well-oiled mouths loosened by a couple of tequilas.  The crucial spot to have his nuts grabbed, ears burned. Third-person agony aunt, emotional punch bag. He’s caining the rider beers, there read more


Bus Stop on Uxbridge Road

January 22, 2018 AA Moore 0

  Wot you call it? Urban? Each night here there’s a show, Man’s on … he’s gonna get that money he’s owed, Every night a different fight, at the bus stop on Uxbridge Road. Blue northern lights, blinded by, sparked-up and glowed against flammable cladding. 2-step? Newsagent bloke, built like read more


For my DJ friend

October 2, 2017 AA Moore 0

  This one doesn’t plug-in the mains, must adapt to fit the mould, Not as straight-forward as the rest, not the connector you were sold. Mad intensity because he knows it, you can’t ignore the sound, LOUDER and it will find you, on the commuter belt of the underground.   read more


What is an “Artist”?

July 4, 2017 AA Moore 0

Dishoom on a sunlit Sunday, chewing hefty squares of paneer tikka soaked in “super-hot” orange sauce cooled by limes. My extra-long (as they’d say in India) non-writer friend takes a slurp of mango lassie and gets a fennel seed stuck in his top teeth. Sucking it out he announces, “If read more



April 16, 2017 AA Moore 0

It was a Sunday. The type of Sunday where broken limbs snapped themselves. Where the only light was Netflix’s, flickering like a vacant picture show against the blank canvas of a soul. Where I was head fucked, lips shredded, egging on death to be impending. The type of Sunday where read more


London Internal

March 7, 2017 AA Moore 0

Having spent nearly a decade of my life living in London, it seems to me that London is more about the internal self than the external place. When I am feeling on top of the world, confident and beautiful London has laid itself before me like a theme park after read more


808 as f-

September 7, 2016 AA Moore 0

What happens at the festival, stays at the festival. And for good reason. “808 as f-” is a story told in installments, fragments and differing styles. Gradually adventures unfold inside this magical playground, love is found and lost, where music is the ultimate high. For the 2016 UK festival season.



September 1, 2016 AA Moore 0

Coming Down – Time is a tricky fuck. An illusion, crawling when you plead with it to skip, hurtling when you scream at it to saunter. The End is here. But it snuck up, Grandmother’s footsteps snapping legs. It crept up from nowhere with its dark paws and its gravity, read more



August 25, 2016 AA Moore 0

The Bigger the Hair the more I want You – Strawberry blonde. Fundamentally ginger in a certain light. Elbow length. A waterfall. Curls that easily wound tight around the fingers. Ringlets. Juliet Coleman. Fucking Juliet. Sweet and sugary, here on her European summer of self-discovery. American. Had “like never really read more

Festival sleep


August 17, 2016 AA Moore 0

Festival Dreaming –I slipped into hallucinating, where she left me, lying on the grass. I don’t remember my eyes shutting or the exact moment the real fused with the unreal or when my clothes turned a stunning turquoise cobalt like the ocean. The pink and orange flags continued to ripple read more

Roskilde 1


August 8, 2016 AA Moore 0

Couples Dance – Hot grass flattened from a couple’s embrace clingy they fit like serrated pieces of broken smuggled-in Havana Club that the earth has swallowed and caked the sides of a mirror image one half of a heart they gulp and swig at each other’s tongues drown in sticky read more

Glasto FLAGS


August 1, 2016 AA Moore 0

Date Interrupted – “Pleeeeeease man, don’t be a pussy, okay?” A viper hiss shot out of my mouth and into the emergency mobile, a startlingly low and desperate frequency forced from my throat. It’d rung ten separate times, off the hook, vibrating my leg, tightening up my chub rub, until read more

Blur image


July 26, 2016 AA Moore 0

Ben’s Poem – Wanna beer? Burning sun licks your salty eyeballs raw, jaw aches in the harsh sting of – but you’re wrong, this light’s not even strong, it’s late in the day – but fuuuuuuuuck it hurts anyway! Drum, drum, drum, dumb you blink, limbs crawl phantom-like around, feeling read more

Eyes festival


July 22, 2016 AA Moore 0

Natalie’s Poem – She has a polish that’s just the right amount of coarse, Glossed lips shoot swear words like cupid’s arrows, forced to look up from a distance, tripping on your heels, Breath shallow, lungs tight – FUCK-  so this is how it feels. The shadow on her face, read more

festival sky 2


July 14, 2016 AA Moore 0

Burnt Toast – Claire ran a nail across the charred toast top, chipping it so it rained black dust. Her mouth was heated sand, throat as tight as a cat’s asshole, her initials scratched in the burnt-out bread, she tossed it across the grass. “Mmm yummy.” A familiar voice, girly read more



July 7, 2016 AA Moore 0

Way Up Here – Way up here, in the vapour haze, everything is clearer. Air wrinkles and whips the fabric flags, vibrating the steel poles in ricochets across the valley, fragments of washing flying on sticks below. Pastel sheets wave happily to one another. A hat blows off and tumbles read more



July 1, 2016 AA Moore 0

K and the Totoro go to Tea Pt. 1 – The embers were soft peaches, excess from last night’s flame, as she sat on the edge to smoke, adding her ash, in one of the many tepees that stitched the lining of the hippy fields. He tried to explain, straining read more



June 24, 2016 AA Moore 0

Life is made of small moments like these (Above & Beyond) “Whenever we hear, sounds, we are changed, we are no longer the same, after having heard certain sounds, and this is more the case when we hear organised sounds, organised by another human being; music.” – Stockhausen, Karlheinz William: read more



June 16, 2016 AA Moore 0

Romeo Spunk Muscle – Rosina Maria Osborne wasn’t born to be a cheat but her mother was, had five full blown affairs just while Rosa was a kid alone. Was a gorgeous Italian woman with huge black hair and gigantic red lips. Rosa’s mother was built for it, an excellent read more



June 10, 2016 AA Moore 0

Just say NO – Hippy crack. Most attractive and overly satisfactory piece of gas, stored in a shiny metallic pellet, looks like a pill, a capsule, bizarrely polished and neatly squeezed out. Silver bullets amass like seagull shit on a pier, scattered and littered across dry cracks. Trampled down so read more



June 6, 2016 AA Moore 0

Follow the – Red like a river of chilli, a flame, the tail of a firework, in amongst a brunette electric shock. That’s what I notice first. I watch across the crowd, draining the can. A disembodied clump of grey with that matted explosion poking out the sides, bobbing across read more



June 1, 2016 AA Moore 0

K is for… – William wasn’t wearing anything under the Totoro, except chequered boxers with grey socks stuffed in Vans, and he had never stripped in public before. The girl clicked her tongue, impatiently playful, as slowly he began to peel back the warm Kigu skin from his own, wishing read more