The car and the mountaintop

The car and the mountaintop

The car and the mountaintop

The car looked a lot like a mountaintop as we stood on it and yelled through our megaphones into the smoke. The blackbirds flew just a little higher.

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Fire burns and swords sting

Fire burns and swords sting

Yes, life is great here, I’ve got everything I could ever want, I—   She looks at my scars,...

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades in tailcoats, sweeping the ballroom and whispering secrets to save the...

A dragon or two

A dragon or two

I always smile a little brighter at the parades if I’ve slain a dragon or two before the confetti...

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside, white as the midterms on my desk, but in my head it’s a summer’s sky,...

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks sit in the old diner, forty years past its opening, twelve on the Charger parked...

The Artists Of The World

The Artists Of The World

It’s funny how every day, every day The Artists Of The World dream dreams, living their lives up...

Hello is different.

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All-nighter

All-nighter

All-nighter

One day I’ll probably pull an all-nighter full of one-mores.

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Fire burns and swords sting

Fire burns and swords sting

Yes, life is great here, I’ve got everything I could ever want, I—   She looks at my scars,...

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades in tailcoats, sweeping the ballroom and whispering secrets to save the...

A dragon or two

A dragon or two

I always smile a little brighter at the parades if I’ve slain a dragon or two before the confetti...

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside, white as the midterms on my desk, but in my head it’s a summer’s sky,...

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks sit in the old diner, forty years past its opening, twelve on the Charger parked...

The Artists Of The World

The Artists Of The World

It’s funny how every day, every day The Artists Of The World dream dreams, living their lives up...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.

Out on the sky

Out on the sky

Out on the sky

I slept out on the sky last night, pitched the tent on the clouds.

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Fire burns and swords sting

Fire burns and swords sting

Yes, life is great here, I’ve got everything I could ever want, I—   She looks at my scars,...

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades in tailcoats, sweeping the ballroom and whispering secrets to save the...

A dragon or two

A dragon or two

I always smile a little brighter at the parades if I’ve slain a dragon or two before the confetti...

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside, white as the midterms on my desk, but in my head it’s a summer’s sky,...

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks sit in the old diner, forty years past its opening, twelve on the Charger parked...

The Artists Of The World

The Artists Of The World

It’s funny how every day, every day The Artists Of The World dream dreams, living their lives up...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.

The B-17

The B-17

The B-17

Sometimes I drop from The B-17 with my grandpa and the shooting stars.

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Fire burns and swords sting

Fire burns and swords sting

Yes, life is great here, I’ve got everything I could ever want, I—   She looks at my scars,...

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades in tailcoats, sweeping the ballroom and whispering secrets to save the...

A dragon or two

A dragon or two

I always smile a little brighter at the parades if I’ve slain a dragon or two before the confetti...

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside, white as the midterms on my desk, but in my head it’s a summer’s sky,...

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks sit in the old diner, forty years past its opening, twelve on the Charger parked...

The Artists Of The World

The Artists Of The World

It’s funny how every day, every day The Artists Of The World dream dreams, living their lives up...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.

Sorry, we’re closed

Sorry, we’re closed

Sorry, we’re closed, I’m sitting down to dinner with all my friends in higher places.

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Fire burns and swords sting

Fire burns and swords sting

Yes, life is great here, I’ve got everything I could ever want, I—   She looks at my scars,...

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades in tailcoats, sweeping the ballroom and whispering secrets to save the...

A dragon or two

A dragon or two

I always smile a little brighter at the parades if I’ve slain a dragon or two before the confetti...

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside, white as the midterms on my desk, but in my head it’s a summer’s sky,...

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks sit in the old diner, forty years past its opening, twelve on the Charger parked...

The Artists Of The World

The Artists Of The World

It’s funny how every day, every day The Artists Of The World dream dreams, living their lives up...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.

The girl with the sky blue backpack

The girl with the sky blue backpack

The girl with the sky blue backpack

The girl with the sky blue backpack turned and smiled at me. Late summer saved the best stars for us, and I was thinking about taking her for a ride in the old spaceship. Something in me flickered and burned out a little knowing it wasn’t gonna last. The nights under the stars blurred with her plastic photos and left a smudge on my mind. It’s funny how I tried to set the lights in stone, they’re really just a blink of the eye and a signal on the radio. She’s The Tear In My Heart, dancing and ripping at the heartstrings on the beat-up guitar.

She’s got hair like the night lake and skin as clear as the wind, A Butcher With A Smile. Eight hours in The Charger turns into half a moment when she’s right there in the passenger. Listening and laughing and loving, the girl with the sky blue backpack is walking in the dark, but the way she pulls me up and out makes me wish I could sit with her under the stars a little while longer.

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Fire burns and swords sting

Fire burns and swords sting

Yes, life is great here, I’ve got everything I could ever want, I—   She looks at my scars,...

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades in tailcoats, sweeping the ballroom and whispering secrets to save the...

A dragon or two

A dragon or two

I always smile a little brighter at the parades if I’ve slain a dragon or two before the confetti...

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside, white as the midterms on my desk, but in my head it’s a summer’s sky,...

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks sit in the old diner, forty years past its opening, twelve on the Charger parked...

The Artists Of The World

The Artists Of The World

It’s funny how every day, every day The Artists Of The World dream dreams, living their lives up...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.

The pen’s dripping blood

The pen’s dripping blood

The pen's dripping blood

The pen’s dripping blood from all the wars we’ve waged.

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Fire burns and swords sting

Fire burns and swords sting

Yes, life is great here, I’ve got everything I could ever want, I—   She looks at my scars,...

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades in tailcoats, sweeping the ballroom and whispering secrets to save the...

A dragon or two

A dragon or two

I always smile a little brighter at the parades if I’ve slain a dragon or two before the confetti...

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside, white as the midterms on my desk, but in my head it’s a summer’s sky,...

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks sit in the old diner, forty years past its opening, twelve on the Charger parked...

The Artists Of The World

The Artists Of The World

It’s funny how every day, every day The Artists Of The World dream dreams, living their lives up...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.

Lampost Sprites

Lampost Sprites

Lampost Sprites

Lampost sprites took me home, all the way through Suburbia.

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Fire burns and swords sting

Fire burns and swords sting

Yes, life is great here, I’ve got everything I could ever want, I—   She looks at my scars,...

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades in tailcoats, sweeping the ballroom and whispering secrets to save the...

A dragon or two

A dragon or two

I always smile a little brighter at the parades if I’ve slain a dragon or two before the confetti...

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside, white as the midterms on my desk, but in my head it’s a summer’s sky,...

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks sit in the old diner, forty years past its opening, twelve on the Charger parked...

The Artists Of The World

The Artists Of The World

It’s funny how every day, every day The Artists Of The World dream dreams, living their lives up...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.