I walk where the concrete hums,

where skateboard wheels spark on vibrant city streets,

where BMX kids fly like prayers into the sun, where the surf curls blue and wild,

a hymn for Corpus Christi’s restless youth.
I am a renaissance man in cuffed sleeves
and sharp sneakers,


A poet’s posture,

raised on The Clash, Bad Brains, and Cheap Trick sermons.
I chased Nick Cave shadows,
 with Jeff Buckley’s voice carved deep into my marrow,
 and Jim Carroll’s writings whispering in my pocket.
Board of Directors at K Space Contemporary,

keeper of the paint-splattered altar,

I carry the gospel of art,
 of theatre, of music,
of all things that move the spirit sideways.

On the Parks and Rec Advisory Committee,

I help shape green space like a sculptor,

making room for wheels, ramps,
 laughter,
and the next generation’s bruised-kneed dreamers.
Owner, Operator , Soul Craft Captain of Ponyboy Skate Co.

My company isn’t just wood and wheels—

it’s rebellion pressed in maple,

it’s community nailed together by trucks and grip tape,

it’s kids carving freedom into sidewalks.
My pen cuts fierce.

I drop poetry like matchsticks,

lighting up corners most folks forget,

fierce, raw, tender—

I even spun a children’s book from the well of my own scars,

proof that the stories of youth
can be softened without losing their edge.
Call me advocate,
call me creator,
call me a dreamer,

but mostly—
call me present.

Present for the people,

present for the art,

present for the wheel-spin rhythm of life by the Gulf.

I am a man stitched from music,

from theatre seats,
 from dive punk bars,
from half-pipes and canvases,

from waves breaking into possibility 🖤