Tyler Moore - Author

Tyler Moore - Author Author | Storyteller
Ink Confessions — written to survive
Hallowed Coven — Haven is waiting
Stay. Read. Heal.
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05/08/2026

As Little Lantern Book Co. begins to come to life, one of the biggest ways you can support us right now costs absolutely nothing:

Share our page with your friends and family. 🤍🕯️📖

Every share helps more people discover our little bookstore dream here in Oklahoma. Whether you’re a lifelong reader, someone who loves cozy spaces, or just someone cheering us on from the sidelines — your support genuinely means the world to us.

We’re building something warm, welcoming, and community-driven. A place filled with stories, conversation, coffee-fueled late nights, and shelves we’re pouring our hearts into one book at a time.

We may not have the doors open just yet, but every follow, comment, recommendation, and share helps light the lantern a little brighter.

Thank you for believing in us before the first page has even been turned. ✨

— Tyler & Heather
Little Lantern Book Co




Guys…. We are opening a bookstore. I’ve been so busy with the logistics of everything, that I’ve been putting off updati...
05/08/2026

Guys…. We are opening a bookstore. I’ve been so busy with the logistics of everything, that I’ve been putting off updating everyone!

I hope you’ll support us! ❤️

My name is Tyler Moore.I write books for the people who stare at the ceiling at 2 a.m.The ones who survived things they ...
05/05/2026

My name is Tyler Moore.

I write books for the people who stare at the ceiling at 2 a.m.
The ones who survived things they don’t talk about.
The ones who feel too much and say too little.

Veteran.
Firefighter.
Business owner.
Author.

Most days I’m somewhere between building a future and bleeding onto a page.

If you found my work by accident,
you probably didn’t.

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The Crow- By Author Tyler Moore I once spoke to a crow on a barbed wire fence He told me he was once a prince.I bowed my...
05/04/2026

The Crow- By Author Tyler Moore

I once spoke to a crow on a barbed wire fence

He told me he was once a prince.

I bowed my head to the talking crow

I listened as the words flowed.

You see I had wandered away from my life

I had just lost my beloved wife.

I walked for miles into that field

All I wanted was to be healed.

My heart was broke in half

All the crow did was laugh.

He told me life was to short to be sad

That I should just smile and be glad.

I asked him what he knew of heart break

Little did I know we shared the same fate.

He let out a deep sigh and cried.

"I lost the one I loved myself, I didn't know what to do with myself."

We talked into the morning sun

Then he told me he had to run.

Then he said if you ever need a friend that he'd be here till the very end.

I walked away from that barbed wire fence as he flew away

I visited him often until my hair turned grey.

I made that walk one last time

I knew this would be my final rhyme.

I stood by the barbed wire fence for several hours, awaiting my friend

I knew this was the end.

The prince never came that early morning day

The sunshine poured out a beautiful ray.

The sun still shined upon my head

Then I heard as the other crows mourned that he was dead.

I wasn't sad

I wasn't mad

I was glad to have known such a friend until the very end.

🎨Art by Gabriel Guerrero Caroca

©️Author Tyler Moore

04/30/2026

-I am just a Crow- A poem by Author Tyler Moore

I've seen it all laid out on the board
The fall and rise of all the lords.

The battlefield really is an awful place
I fly away from it with some dignity and grace.

For I am no servant of any king or lord
Often times I'm mostly just ignored.

I am but a lonely crow
I am not even close to being considered a foe.

I've seen men fall
I've seen them crawl
I've seen them stand all mighty and tall.

War is a bitter sin
Often times up in my tree I wish it would all end.

I call out among the dead
But all I see is shades of red.

You see I'm not the reason you fight your battles
Or why you suit up and mount up on your saddles.

I once had a family even myself
Even you had one yourself.

But now you lie among the masses
Slain and laid out through the fiery ashes.

I am but a crow
I hold no bow.

And now you are gone
With the rising of the dawn.

Tis' but a bitter sweet
As you drawl out your last heartbeat.

In the end none of it even mattered
Even your flags are tattered.

I've seen it all before, here and there
I fly away from another battle into the air.

You see battles come and go
But I am simply nothing more than a crow.

©️Author Tyler Moore

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Hartshorne, OK
74547

Website

https://books2read.com/tylermoore

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