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.