Early in this evil year comes autumn. I walk in the fields at night, the cold wind at my hat, the rain rattles…And you? And…
On Twenty One Pilots
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I can plot the course of my maturation in Twenty One Pilots concerts. Twenty One Pilots: a rock band that sounds like it would live…
Affettuoso (After Caravaggio)
Watcher – this, your face pink-cheeked with abandon. This your hidden, thrumming hand. This, your wine-shadowed longing draped over his shoulders, laid flush against the…