A Short Bio

I was born to faith and farming.

My eyes first opened in late summer.

I am a friend to small towns.

I sometimes stare gape-jawed at the stars.

Having a good heart is a slippery fish.

Intention is trickier.

Train rides make me giddy.

I sometimes wear my faults like a crown.

Discovery is a constant and repeatable thing.

I give myself over everyday, completely.

Ghosts are the only dreams I can ever seem to remember.

Leaving is hard when staying is done right.

Clay is my truest repose.

Words are sometimes a mouthful of mud.

I have known absence and I have known fullness.

I listen the hardest when no one is speaking.

Getting lost is it’s own reward.

Pay attention to the details.

Try harder.

Learn more.



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