it feels like summer in my spirit
like walking down wilson
over the river
and everything is the way it was
a longer time ago
a simpler time
just visiting here
gives me perspective
far away from the billboards and oxygen tanks
for a gentle moment
I become unstuck from fate
a point jumping free of a line
so I write this to remember
that even in november’s depths
I’m just as close to the sun
as I ever was
as I’ve ever been
Holden glanced around the oblong conference table jammed into Meeting Room Q. The mouse-shaped communicators on its glass top clicked and whirred, zipping data directly
Wednesday night on my couch dropping a dime On myself, circle, and diameter I got the syllables, I got the rhyme Still can’t nail iambic
Today marks the release of my 16th album, ATYPICAL. Starting this week, I’ll be chatting about each of the six songs that make up the
