Buddy Wakefield |

Years from now, the enlightened civilization ahead of us will stare bewildered at our lethal masculinity and say, But each one, when he was running, tied bows to the top of his feet.
—Buddy Wakefield, A Choir of Honest Killers

Your body remembers

Your body remembers the soundtrack to your past life.
It remembers the next life coming.
—Buddy Wakefield, A Choir of Honest Killers

A Good Chance

There’s a good chance I’m a bad person
trying to do something right.
—Buddy Wakefield, A Choir of Honest Killers

Vulnerability

Vulnerability is what made every movie, sang every song, and wrote every poem that ever plugged a life back into itself.
—Buddy Wakefield, A Choir of Honest Killers

Buddy Wakefield's first book of new work in eight years

A Choir of Honest Killers, Buddy Wakefield’s newest book of prose and poetry, reads like an episodic novel exploring his creative climb from the gritty underbelly of anger and shame, into the dissolution of tragedy addiction and the unmistakable clearing ahead.

In this staggeringly honest account of life alone on the road, Buddy carefully confronts a debilitating overcompensation of masculinity, growing up gay in the south, the ruins of public shame, a damaging fear of intimacy, and the prolonged agony of a failing relationship. All the while, this story rockets toward light with refreshing humor and keen insight that Wakefield credits to frequent specific serendipity, meditation, and one sudden moment of bliss that kept growing.

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