I remember it used to snow instead, Covering everything in a white fluffy blanket. It was cold and exhilarating, And we didn't have to r...

I'm not sure how small I was Big enough to raise my hand And stand Small enough I could still hear  Animals talk    I was with a group o...

  That girl who aches for pencil and paper the one who swings her feet and looks up at the stars That girl who demands cold pizza and soft h...

Easily the most enigmatic character in any of my work is a woman named Revenge. The first time she shows up in a book I've released is H...

Today I'm thinking about a harmonica.  When I was seventeen, my mother got me a harmonica for Christmas. Blues Traveler was blowing up a...