About

I once wrote a poem for the woman I would marry, then spent years hiding in the comfort of systems and machines. This site is the walk back.

The poems are written by hand and on a typewriter. Some pages are photographed as they came off the platen; others live here as text. The journal is for the work around the work — craft, theology, and the reasons a line will not leave you alone.

I do not deserve to be filled with poetry. I am going home anyway.