Time to welcome in the rainy season with open minds and, fingers crossed, no flooded basements.
So happy to be adding to the adventures of Ava the Monster Slayer with this sequel! This second time around Ava brings her cousin, Sophia, along for the monster show. Coming this Fall to a local bookstore near you!
This will be my 3rd year creating a poster for Alchemy Audio’s upcoming event, Gear Swap, this April. They are a local Chicago company that builds, repairs, and modifies electric guitar pedals. Great people to work with and they have an incredible list of clients from Wilco to Lucinda Williams. Check them out at alchemy-audio.com
Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies, Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews […]
I burned it all because I could not obtain it Then after seeing what I had done Wished I did more to save it
A sign can be misleading Words have double meaning A world that’s bright but fleeting The one thing that will always be You, Me & the Melody
A name is just a name We’re all the same from whence we came From a sprouting bud to shiny toy It is all but a fleeting joy Seasons changes, mind’s erased Nature desires a new taste mesmerizing round about Garbage in and garbage out
The surreal window view of a world in constant transition unfolding in front of you while the powers that be grant you a moment to observe with a cup of coffee
She stepped out into the moonlight To shower in its glow But she could feel somebody watching And retreated into the forest Where all the wild things go
step left step right keep the balance with your feet flap flap flap till it lifts you off your seat you don’t know and I don’t know so we both go with the flow this thing will only fly when we learn to let go
We had a beautiful life but we had to leave We had a beautiful life but it was under siege Outside forces we could not control Like pins on the lane – waiting for the ball to roll It was a beautiful life but it has come to an end Strikes and gutters again and […]