This little poem can get in the long line of dedication poems in apostrophe. But that didn’t matter to me once I realized I would just tell Scott about our time in verse. The apostrophe after all, though often operating in a narcissistic framework, has helped me on repeated occasions to navigate the boggy backwaters of the “lyrical I.” Mostly, I try to steer my poem to “just tell.” That talk. That impulse.

William Rieppe Moore is from Richland County, South Carolina and moved to Unicoi County, Tennessee with his wife. Moore's poetry has received Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominations and appears in Driftwood, James Dickey Review, North American Review, Appalachian Places, and Terrain.org.