Hello world, and by world, I mean you, the reader.

A video game I'm playing recently had a line I loved. 

From the antagonist, actually. He says to the protagonist, "You're the most dangerous story teller I've ever met."

I haven't written fiction for ten years, but the plot for this story came to me unbidden at work, in a high school greenhouse class.

Art opens a window into our past, our fears, and our dreams. This can be daunting, and vulnerable. But art is meant to be shared, connection is meant to be had, and love is meant to be embraced-not fought off by self-doubt and self-deprecation.

This world needs more "dangerous" storytellers.

Below you'll find a link to a blog I created in May 2025. I posted once, and then nerves drove me away. I hope to tell more of my own story there soon.

But until then, the first fiction I've written in years lies below-as well as a collection of my poetry and words.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you like it.