MRS. BAIRD’S BREAD

FORT WORTH ZOO

TEXAS CHRISTIAN UNIVERSITY

JOHNNY’S PIZZA SOCIAL

JPS HOSPITAL FOUNDATION

Fundraising campaign on a shoestring budget

STORI MODERN FURNITURE

Fictional micro-stories as product descriptions on website

An empty martini glass sat atop a cocktail napkin upon which someone had drawn two rectangles and a squiggly line in ballpoint pen. "This will probably be worth a small fortune someday," he chuckled to himself. He pocketed the napkin and continued clearing the remnants of last night's party from the aluminum-framed coffee table on the patio. It was no worse for wear, but that was more than he could say for the swimming pool – and his cabana boy. He thought he might drop by the hospital later and give him the napkin as a get-well-soon present.

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Two rows of armless side chairs had been arranged back-to-back. With their steel frames and plush cushions, they appeared to be especially well suited for the vigorous game of musical chairs that was about to occur; even the largest of the woodland creatures couldn't collapse them. She took her place between a squirrel and a badger as a quartet of mice began playing a jaunty waltz. Immediately, the whole group began moving clockwise around the chairs. The game had begun.

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Sword drawn, he ran to the opposite end of the terrace where three golden chalices sat upon a steel-framed Chinese Chippendale coffee table. But which was the King's Cup? As he approached, he caught his reflection upon the glass tabletop. Sheathing his sword, he loudly intoned, "I beseech thee, mirrored me, which of these vessels could it be?" His reflection winked and pointed to the chalice on the left. He made a mental note to thank the wizard who'd taught him that spell.

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OKLAHOMA ONWARD!

(Pitched anthem for state’s rebrand)

Native Americans ripped from their homelands. Poor, white settlers stealing and scraping to survive. The Trail of Tears. The Great Depression. The Dust Bowl. Tornado Alley. 

Oklahoma was never an oasis. It was a last resort. 

But the strong, those who put down the deepest roots, withstood the storms. And this patchwork of a community began stitching itself together with post oak and barbed wire, grit and calloused hands.

We were the rough and the ready. 

Too isolated to be lazy, we learned to do things for ourselves. Too many hardships to live alone, we learned to be neighborly. Too different to be familiar, we became a family anyway.

We grow them strong in Oklahoma. And anyone willing to dig a little deeper is welcome to grow here, too. For here is where the true, natural, wild beating heart of America lies – just a few extra inches below the surface. 

Come, plant deep roots, and watch what grows.

Oklahoma Onward!

NOLAN RYAN BEEF – BROADCAST

KINCAID’S HAMBURGERS

BRAVELOVE

TTI INC.

Technology B2B campaign

TEXAS CHRISTIAN UNIVERSITY

THE OTHER DALLAS

(Pitched anthem for Dallas tourism)

Other D!

Dallas electric!

Sistine ceiling on the underside of overpass

Nest and den and warren alive!

Tattooed saints sprinkle the masses with

Spray paint and kosher salt

Blessing us body and soul

Black rubber gloves and ballet shoes

Cut us to the bone and the marrow

Museums and monuments vibrate with

A musical pulse at 

120 beats per minute

Other Dallas!

Old and new!

People, stories, characters of the city

Written out in the open

Performing, participating

Dallas the kaleidoscope

Spinning new shapes and colors

Within the flourish of secret script

My Dallas!

Dallas alive!

Home of that dark brown

Toasted on one side

Multicolored soul, checkered past

Sings the ancient spirit

In her mother tongue

Grandma’s quilt, a patchwork

Vibrant with stories, patterns, textures

Layers upon layers

Waiting to be pulled from the chest

And treasured

This, my Dallas, is

The Other D

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Thanks for scrolling this far. Here’s me on the left about to play at a battle of the bands in Deep Ellum, Texas in around 2003-04. We didn’t win.