The Bells of St. Christopher's - And Also the Trees

Sweet kid, what is this world we're giving you? Smoldering and fascist with no mother Are you dreaming about a crow? In the middle of November we went back i

Slow pulsing red tower lights Across a distance, refuge in the dust All my life I can remember longing Looking across the water and seeing lights When I was

Today I just felt it for the first time Three months and one day after you died I realized that these photographs we have of you Are slowly replacing the sub

I am a container of stories about you And I bring you up repeatedly, uninvited to Do the people around me want to keep hearing about my dead wife? Or does th

I can't get the image out of my head Of when I held you right there And watched you die Upstairs in the back bedroom of our house Where we have lived for ma

The year moves on without you in it Now it is fall without you I had to close the windows and doors without you coming through I kept them open for as long a

In October 2015, I was out in the yard I just finished splitting up the scrap two-by-fours into kindling Glanced up at the half moon pink chill refinery cloud