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Lyric Poetry

One Guitar, One Voice



A guitar, a voice, and a little love—I found my home in the world.


I grew up listening to Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, Cat Stevens, Tracy Chapman, and many other folk legends.


Music teaches me to surrender and flow with life. To let go, let my little soul play and the song naturally arises in that space. I capture that moment live with minimal production. My wish is for the songs to come alive in you.


I'm a poet. I sing of pain, and I sing of bliss, worldly and otherworldly. Cheeky, clever, blunt, simple, authentic, unassumingly raw. Alive.


I write of God; I aim to relay through direct experience. Great art cuts like clarity, pulls like gravity, and pokes to sanity.


I sometimes wonder whether art is a blessing or a curse. It might be the artist's curse and the world's blessing. I certainly feel cursed and choiceless, but I like it. I love my music, you know? I really do.

Lyric Poetry

One Guitar, One Voice



A guitar, a voice, and a little love—I found my home in the world.


I grew up listening to Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, Cat Stevens, Tracy Chapman, and many other folk legends.


Music teaches me to surrender and flow with life. To let go, let my little soul play and the song naturally arises in that space. I capture that moment live with minimal production. My wish is for the songs to come alive in you.


I'm a poet. I sing of pain, and I sing of bliss, worldly and otherworldly. Cheeky, clever, blunt, simple, authentic, unassumingly raw. Alive.


I write of God; I aim to relay through direct experience. Great art cuts like clarity, pulls like gravity, and pokes to sanity.


I sometimes wonder whether art is a blessing or a curse. It might be the artist's curse and the world's blessing. I certainly feel cursed and choiceless, but I like it. I love my music, you know? I really do.

Lyric Poetry

One Guitar, One Voice



A guitar, a voice, and a little love—I found my home in the world.


I grew up listening to Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, Cat Stevens, Tracy Chapman, and many other folk legends.


Music teaches me to surrender and flow with life. To let go, let my little soul play and the song naturally arises in that space. I capture that moment live with minimal production. My wish is for the songs to come alive in you.


I'm a poet. I sing of pain, and I sing of bliss, worldly and otherworldly. Cheeky, clever, blunt, simple, authentic, unassumingly raw. Alive.


I write of God; I aim to relay through direct experience. Great art cuts like clarity, pulls like gravity, and pokes to sanity.


I sometimes wonder whether art is a blessing or a curse. It might be the artist's curse and the world's blessing. I certainly feel cursed and choiceless, but I like it. I love my music, you know? I really do.