Byron Seeley is accustomed to living in a ghost town alongside spirits. 

“Hi Chuck!” he calls out casually when walking into the wood-stove heated shack adjacent to his Jeffrey City pottery studio.

Chuck, a long-dead libertarian with a proclivity for anti-communist paintings, doesn’t answer, but the wind seems to blow through the walls in response. 

Seeley often wanders around his property with his dog Floyd, using his CB radio to check in on the shop. (Sofia Jeremias/WyoFile)

Seeley has operated Monk King Bird Pottery out of a converted gas station on Jeffrey City’s main drag for 15 years. Even by Wyoming standards, the town is wind-scoured and puny, with a population of around 35. It’s a lonely landscape, but it’s what Seeley could afford, he said. 

On a Friday afternoon, Seeley’s unruly hair is pushed away from his face with a sky-blue bandana that matches the color of his eyes, and the studio is in its usual state of disarray. “I can always clean it up and you can come back if you want to,” he says. 

Wyoming summer travelers makeup much of Seeley’s customer base. He sits and waits in his shop for people, which can get kind of boring and lonely now that he’s quit drinking. (Sofia Jeremias/WyoFile)

How’d Seeley come up with the name Monk King Bird Pottery anyhow? He says he was living in a ghost town around Martindale, Texas when Clint Eastwood arrived to direct the film “Perfect World.” The security guard for the production spent days carving a sign that was supposed to read “Mockingbird Pottery,” for the set, but it came out with a major typo. As Seeley tells it, the misspelling stuck. 

Looking around the compound littered with cigarette butts, long-forgotten phone numbers scrawled on the walls and pots of pastel glaze, it can be hard to believe a Clint Eastwood production played a role in Seeley’s life. But it’s a good story. 

Seeley started throwing clay while attending Big Piney high school in the late 1980s. “I came out of high school knowing I was pretty much sure I wanted to be a potter,” Seeley says. (Sofia Jeremias/WyoFile)

For a hermetic man running a pottery shop from the desolate high plains between Rawlins and Lander, Seeley sells quite a few ceramics, or at least enough to get by. His pieces take on the muted tones and shapes of the desert, and seem to be made more by earth than by man. Decades of making bowls, vases, mugs and the occasional urn have made Seeley a master of his craft. 

Seeley holds an old photo of himself dancing with his mother who lives in Lander. (Sofia Jeremias/WyoFile)

He’s also sort of famous. Coastal writers and photographers have captured Seeley on page and camera as he’s rifled bullet holes through unfired ceramic shot glasses and posed with his dog Floyd. He earned the moniker “The Mad Potter” of Jeffrey City. People who eschewed societal norms found their way to Seeley and spent days drinking around his fire pit and shooting guns before continuing their wayward journeys. 

Now five years sober, life is different for Seeley. The fire pit has been transformed into a sculpture filled with blue-green bottles. He uses a BB gun rather than a .22 to create the “shot shot glasses.” (Seeley’s right to bear arms was revoked following a drug charge, he said.) His pool table is covered in tools and he no longer escapes the brutal winter months in Quartzsite, Arizona.

Floyd is Seeley’s only companion at the shop. (Sofia Jeremias/WyoFile)

Instead, he waits for people to come to him. The long days spent sculpting and firing up a kiln alone make him an amicable host. He’s eager to show the occasional passerby his latest projects, or explain the paintings and photographs pinned on the walls. 

Settling into a conversation with Seeley, time seems to warp as he jumps between past, present and pottery.

Sofia Jeremias

Sofia Jeremias reports on healthcare, education and the economy in Wyoming. She received her master's degree from the Columbia Journalism School and previously reported on the West for Deseret News.

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  1. I met Bryon about 20 years ago. I loved his pretty then and collect it still. Somewhere I have an artical that featured his Canyon River (?) pieces. I believe it was in the New York Times?! A wonderful free spirit with an equally wonderful creative skill set. Thanks Bryron😃🌷

  2. After “moving into town” from Sweetwater Station I was a Jeffrey City resident late ’70s to ’81. Booming place then. Contrary to most I loved it. Probably still would. I’ll be traveling through this summer and look forward to meeting Byron. I have always loved lonesome places and will long for them to my dying day. Hang in there Byron!

  3. My daughter gave me a Byron drawing for Christmas. He may, or may not, have spent some time in the pokey for a bit recently. He did artwork while there. I am the proud owner of a ‘Jail House Art’ original by Byron. What a character! Jeffrey City is an unusual place. A great destination. ❤️

  4. Thirty years ago we rode our bikes through Jeffrey City and there was a guy in the bar that did fabulous card tricks. I’m sure he’s not around anymore but maybe someone remembers him. Another good story.

  5. Some of my best memories of a past life are from days and nights spent with Byron and Chuck and Rex at their little utopia. Two truly unique, kind souls. People would drop in and Byron would say, “You can stay as long as you want as long as you’re nice,” and he meant it. Met so many interesting people coming and going through that place. I’m convinced Jeffrey City, and Monk King Bird specifically, really is the center of the universe.

  6. Towns such as Jeffrey City and people like Mr. Seeley are rare in America today. It gives me a feeling of comfort streaked with melancholy and nostalgia to know that both the place and the man are still there. Maybe I will drive over to Jeffrey City soon.