And Everything, Absolutely Everything, Was There Those Cream-Sponge Para Litefoot Shoes You’re Always Trying to be the Things You Were, Instead of the Person You Are Tonight Morning Noon Evening Altarpiece Aries Perejil Momentum Carousel Embryo Vista Idolatry A Sudden Silence, a Deafening Roar The Woods Are a Lonely Place The Sun Began to Rise The Voices Moved On Into the Coming Years It Had Seemed As Intimate and Shimmering a Thing As a Boy’s Soul Escaping His Room Leo Auffmann