The ongoing record
SubstackField notes, dispatches, poems. The standing account of what I have seen and who I have met.
Field notes, dispatches, and poems. Filed from wherever I am paying attention.
Three pieces of writing a week. That is the commitment.
Field notes, dispatches, poems. The standing account of what I have seen and who I have met.
A poem outlasts the cheque that paid for it. I have written them for a restaurant's entrance, for a rebuilt foster home, for a house full of single mothers starting again. I write what you want made permanent.
One sold out of the Austin Central Library after winning the city's prize for local authors. The work is on the shelf.
from — Concrete Roses and Leather Thorns

I read Electrical and Computer Engineering at UT Austin, then lost two jobs inside a year, the second the morning after I was made to lead a team of twenty-three. So I went and learned to do things with my hands instead: welding, plumbing, landscaping in the Texas sun, a season of honest work and a stretch sleeping in my car. From that ground I built a software firm, and I am building a company still.But the writing was never a second act. It ran underneath all of it.
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