You get me daisies and white lilies and red rosesYou say you just felt like picking them on the way homeYou write me letters, oh, you know how I’m weak for lettersFilled with every line, every word, every stroke of your mind that I will never...

A little poem looking forward to the deep and heavy summer ahead:   The sun is pounding the cement in Glendale. Palms sway gracefully to a silent, unheard anthem; their leaves dancing. With few window open, most shutters are closed...

Anger will stain your mouth,  break your bones,  poison your brain.    It will bury you in sorrow,  eat you up,  spit you back out,  lingering for more.    It will find its way under your skin,  into your...

Oh, for time is a fickle thing, Everlasting and ever-changing.   The morning dew woken early by a summer breeze  and the flowers bloom. They sit upon a hill, basking in the glow of the midday sun,  breathing in the sobs of a quiet...

Y'all ever heard about King Gizzard and the Wizard Lizard? It's not a band I've talked about  much. I found out about this band by looking around for cool band covers, when I saw this  particularly interesting oil painting background with the name:...

While fall finally rolls around, relieving all Arizonans from the treacherous inferno called summer, and “Spooky Season” officially begins. While it is repeatedly blasted from the school’s announcements each morning, it feels as though the magic...