Leaning into the Afternoons


You’ve been whispering to yourself now for so many nights, and I have been mending the windows in the third story attic in my mind. I have no idea what you’ve been writing, that’s certain, but I hope it’s vital …

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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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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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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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