“The panic bird just flew inside my chest. Some days it lights inside my brain, but today it’s in my bonehouse, rattling ribs like a birdcage.” \u00a0Robert Phillips<\/p>\n
“Now as the dark gathers into the sky
\nand legions of might go thundering by
\nregions of light grow dim and then die
\nand we with our wings
\nwait for morning to fly.<\/p>\n
Here where the angels
\nhave appeared and are gone
\nyour face like an ember
\nglows in the dawn
\nBut I want you to remember
\nall wild deeds live on
\nall good times, all good friends
\nall good things got to come to an end.”
\nJackson Browne<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“The panic bird just flew inside my chest. Some days it lights inside my brain, but today it’s in my bonehouse, rattling ribs like a birdcage.” \u00a0Robert Phillips “Now as the dark gathers into the sky and legions of might … Continue reading