Oh! Delilah... if only you had truly loved him.

Every spring, graduation season stirs something ancient in me—ghosts of choices, absences, and half-formed goodbyes.

how many roads must a man walk down?

Capturing the volatility of love one bar at a time.

I'll miss you until we meet again.

I walked to talk, and talked to feel—God met me in both.

We must run with horses

Drunk with the scent of absence as the sword spun behind.

Trust that the Judge of all the earth will do what is right.