“In dead fields reach lilies to the sky…” On toxic relationships, supporting each other, and hope that blooms even in the midst of cynicism.
IT’S SWEATER WEATHER, YOU GUYS. (A reflection on hugs, a theology of closeness, and the most sort-of-suggestive song I’ve ever written.)
In honor of school starting in August around these parts, here’s my song about my first day of preschool.
A song about an old man and a house and the lingering, swirling passage of time.
I wrote this song in college, after what Wikipedia says is called the “Northeast Blackout of 2003.” Also, atoms.