Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters

Cold Days From the Birdhouse

That Summer, at Home I Had Become the Invisible Boy

Walking for Two Hours

Last Year’s Rain Didn’t Fall Quite So Hard

Talking With Fireworks / Here, It Never Snowed

Mapped by What Surrounded Them

And She Would Darken the Memory

I’m Taking the Train Home

Fourteen Autumns and Fifteen Winters