I once walked with my Father every Sunday. When other children filled wooden pews listening to robed men and choral prayers, I held my Father’s hand and we listened to the world. He would let me choose a direction. I liked South the best, if felt like going home. On…
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Modern UT
Another shirt design I created a few years ago to be sold as part of our chapter’s fund raising efforts. I was running with the graphic tee trend. I like how it turned out, now if only I could see it on a shirt.
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First. Foremost. Forever
I decided to post a few of my old graphic design works. Here is the last fraternity shirt I created for the group.
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Kinetic Sprint Triathlon
I just completed my first sprint triathlon this past weekend. I played soccer in high school, but I’d never gotten into endurance sports before. I started swimming in college for recreation, took up barefoot jogging two summers ago to teach myself to like it, and after biking to work for…
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20th Anniversary Logo
A design I created a few months ago for the 20th anniversary. I don’t know if it ended up on anything, but I still am proud of the design.
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The New World
The last kiss. His lips were like the relationship. Cracked and dry. The wind was bitter and the car vents were sweet. Only because they were warm, like his lips. She said it was hard to leave him. But she did that in August on a blue scooter. It was…
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The Little Things
The sacks of cells you call Self Realize, most of them aren’t yours. The slime of centuries has made home in your gut, your folds, your soul. They set up tenements and housing corps to handle trash, parking and plumbing. They find comfort in your crevices not even aware of…
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Icy Breaths
Let us exchange the exhale between burgundy sheets of memory. The air is Toledo cold and your room has no carpet yet. That ache you feel is January when the Lasts will come. Panera conversations grow stale after Halloween lessons and unwatched Apatow. Fiction and dress up are all I…
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A God… Once
The pine needles prickled All grateful green I reached for the next branch Ever higher Sap stuck to everything My shoes, my skin, my soul Yet, ever higher. The massive trunks slimmed to barely twigs. I could feel the sway of the wind. They don’t teach fear in 2nd grade.…
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Catch, Drive, Finish, Recover
Jogging on the water surrounded by Austin turtles. My life ahead of me like the infinity tattooed on my bottom lip. Just left a room of reverse engineers three decades my senior talking stock peaks and perks And I’m wondering, “Is that it?” To fill a garage with unloved toys…