He is a wordsmith. He works with words. He builds with words. He bends words and heats words and tempers them in his mind. He tames words and introduces them one to another all over again. He can create moments and worlds so tangible and real that my memory cannot tell them from reality when I look back. Maybe I should call him a 'worldsmith'. But, no, what he creates is more than worlds. I fall down inside myself in amazement and wonder when I think of his words, of how he puts words together, of what he creates. He is a wordsmith.
