a much better poet

read before midnight

december 25, 1994

the Honda Fit(s)

if you call, DON'T leave a message

not cool anymore

Mosquitoes full of blood

I think, therefore I struggle

shoplifter, regardless

another birthday poem

blue world of Tuesday nights

walking through the fire with my paper soul

maps and street views

notions

hummingbird street

north of nowhere in particular