J.L. Moultrie is a Detroiter and multi-genre writer who communicates his craft through words. He hasn’t been the same since encountering James Baldwin, Raymond Carver & Sylvia Plath. He considers himself a modern, abstract imagist.

basic bio

Mnemonic Harmony 

When Your Face Was An Eternal Beam Of Light

silver

Water 

2 Poems

3 Poems

YOUR HEART’S A BLOCK OF LAPIS LAZULI HIDDEN IN SNOW

Notes on Leaving

Wheels within Wheels 

THREE POEMS

Periphery 

Absolve

(No Thing) Is Ever Still

3 Poems 

Poetry

Three Burials 

Vanishing Points 

“…Amen… Christ Jesus spoke more of Hell than he did of Heaven. Listen: He spoke more of Hell than He did of Heaven. What does that mean to you? We’re a profane bunch, us humans. But that goes without saying – you can see that.”  

Vestiges

The imagination runs wild in physical darkness. The persistent absence of light must have played a transformative role in human evolution – it forced our ancestors to contend with who they were.

Hereditary

4 poems

Frailty

 

Substance of sleep; pictorial, nearly delving.

widening stares, unbreaking negligence

at the very base of the world.  These masks

were worn into disrepair.  In front

of the snow bank, behind the gas station,

in the ease of summer; spring’s tu

Equilibrium

Selected work