Leaning into the Afternoons


She lies as if dropped from the sky
just across the room,
sheets discarded to the waist,
eyes closed, mouth slightly open, asleep.

Sweeping curves
which cut across the surface of the bed
suggest the passage of life at high …

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(Birmingham, 2004)

Midnight. Driving. The night air through the windows has a late-Spring quality: warm, but with a hint of chill around the edges…Winter still clinging as the year moves on. Our plans went out those windows long ago, abandoned …

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(Birmingham, 2005)

I had a big idea
I had a crazy eye
I broke the sacred seal
I told a lazy lie
I’ve had my conscience bent
I’ve had my patience tried
I’ve been up in the desert
And down …

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Hey, Love

I’ll know you when I see you. I, too, need you like I need one good line. Just one good line could save my life, give me reason to be alive. Give us time to build something so good that …

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Let the Night Sleep In

(Charlotte, 2012)

For years
This is as close as I’ve been to the ocean
Staring out my high-rise window
Into a ghostly and featureless mist
That consumes these erstwhile monuments
Sighing, I recall the power of planes
Of trains
Of …

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Saint Patrick

Birmingham, 2006

“An interesting detachment…”

My night started later than usual, not really intentional as much as circumstantial (although the circumstances have since escaped me). It didn’t really matter, of course, as I’d be starting this Friday night at the …

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