Poetry.

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, ripped and torn flesh.   This Earth has not been kind to you.          ...

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades in tailcoats, sweeping the ballroom and whispering secrets to save the world, anthems muttered under the breath, under The Eye. The tides of war are rising, higher than 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 rains down. [likebtn theme="custom" f_size="15" icon_size="25" icon_l="hrt5" icon_l_c="#737373"...

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, washing the car with a rag anticipating all the places we’ll go in that red muscle headbangin’ V8...

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks sit in the old diner, forty years past its opening, twelve on the Charger parked on the asphalt in the back. Streetlight Cigars and Stubble Like Mount Rushmore hunch over the bar as...

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 until the end, throwing the dreams to paper, to canvas, to the beat of the drum. It’s funny how every...

This Anthem

This Anthem

Let this anthem break down the door and shake The Parthenon. [likebtn theme="custom" f_size="15" icon_size="25" icon_l="hrt5" icon_l_c="#737373" icon_l_c_v="#e84a60" label_c="#737373" bg_c="#ffffff"...

Yelling at the dragon

Yelling at the dragon

Maybe it’d be easier if I could sing the same line over and over, but my voice got pretty hoarse from yelling at the dragon. [likebtn theme="custom" f_size="15" icon_size="25" icon_l="hrt5"...

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. [likebtn theme="custom" f_size="15"...

All-nighter

All-nighter

One day I’ll probably pull an all-nighter full of one-mores. [likebtn theme="custom" f_size="15" icon_size="25" icon_l="hrt5" icon_l_c="#737373" icon_l_c_v="#e84a60" label_c="#737373" bg_c="#ffffff"...

Out on the sky

Out on the sky

I slept out on the sky last night, pitched the tent on the clouds. [likebtn theme="custom" f_size="15" icon_size="25" icon_l="hrt5" icon_l_c="#737373" icon_l_c_v="#e84a60" label_c="#737373"...

The B-17

The B-17

Sometimes I drop from The B-17 with my grandpa and the shooting stars. [likebtn theme="custom" f_size="15" icon_size="25" icon_l="hrt5" icon_l_c="#737373" icon_l_c_v="#e84a60" label_c="#737373"...