Published inThe JunctionListenListen: I found something — perhaps heard it — perhaps felt it —Nov 16, 2021Nov 16, 2021
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Published inThe JunctionThese are alleyways betweenThese are alleyways between. These are bricked-up forgotten children. These, the ones from all the way beneath. These pushing-pulling…Nov 29, 2020Nov 29, 2020
Published inThe JunctionWhere were words when I sat greenWhere were words when I sat green unboiled, unseen, tough in the way saplings are, tender in the way old men are once they’ve come to…Nov 13, 2020Nov 13, 2020
Mo(nu)ment(s)Moment moment moment moment moment moment moment moment moment moment.Jun 10, 2019Jun 10, 2019
Published inThe JunctionWhen.When evening balances my purple melancholy, when all the lights are artificial, especially when the moon is full, itself artificially…Feb 21, 2019Feb 21, 2019
When I Thought They Were BlackbirdsThe glob swung and jumped and swayed across the east. We were parked beside a Hale County road, facing the peeking light of the sun which…Feb 21, 20191Feb 21, 20191
A LawI leave the house to breathe for a few minutes and the air is grey. It is grey all the way to the place where I turn to cross the tracks…Feb 18, 2019Feb 18, 2019
Published inThe Dad VaultLiving Between the Two Moments of ToddlerhoodNothing comes stock with fatherhood, especially when you end up with more than one kid, each at different stages of development. It gets…Feb 16, 2019Feb 16, 2019
Delete your accounts.I’ve now deleted all social media (except an eternally dormant Instagram that I don’t feel like going through the trouble of deactivating).Feb 6, 20191Feb 6, 20191
Published inThe JunctionShenandoah: On Time and Your Movement (or Riled Pause) Within ItWhat is it that you have chosen, here?Jan 6, 2019Jan 6, 2019
Thoughts about not writingSo I’ve said this before, and I’m going to say it now, and in a year or so, or maybe even in a few months, I might say it again: I hate…Jan 1, 2019Jan 1, 2019
When.When evening balances my purple melancholy, when all the lights are artificial, especially when the moon is full, itself artificially…Oct 18, 2018Oct 18, 2018
Bad MemoriesWhen I was seven or eight, I made friends with a boy on the playground. It was around the time of the release of Star Wars: Episode I…Oct 17, 2018Oct 17, 2018