Forte is French… for blanket fort.

But I still show up for gentleman practice in the company of lead dancers, hoping their grace will get stuck in my shoes.

The best songs are the ones about Georgia, even though I've never been there. It's the only place I still believe in Jesus.

You can call me an angry ghost when I'm gone, or laugh into my disposition. But my mom will still see me as her wide-eyed wanderer out behind the garage inventing ways to fend off dog attacks that will probably never happen.

Forte is French… for blanket fort.

I am standing like shoe polish on an overstocked shelf hoping that one day someone will pick me to make things better.

You're not the only piece of patchwork birds can pull worms from.