Thomas Hunter

Find Your Eyes for the First Time

See You Across the Room

Hands Hold the Steering Wheel Like a Familiar Corpse / The Drive Through a Thousand Past Lives to Get to Your Front Door for the First Time

Look up at the Sky / Wonder If It's God That Put You Here

Godspeed Young Lovers / Here We Go

An Offering / Something Small to Establish Good Will

In 1977 a Former Berlinese Cathedral Grew a Sin with Wet Eyes in the Basement and a Policeman Thought How Splendid It Seemed

Crying Without Tears so as to Stay Alone Forever

There Is Nothing Left to Do for the Sun to Swallow Me Whole

The Room Faced Away from the World