GNU open heart policy
attila the hun was beautiful inside
physics is just palmistry
sophie taylor
vanessa
if you want to understand parallel lines
people who bring their children everywhere
the zen of pessimism
i want to find the right girl because
most men who respect
this is a short note to say
an environmentalist once asked me
in sickness & health we are
angry women say
we keep wall-to-wall carpets because
sometimes people who start to take off
when the ugly world goes away
when you’re in love you never worry about
every new river starts
the smallest bones
note on an ex-girlfriend who lost touch
my bed’s like everyone else’s:
on receiving good omens
why i like philosophers more than writers
if you keep telling all the people
people who talk a lot about angels
why i won't date long distance
ambiguous acknowledgement of narcissism
a kind of wintery optimism
the numbness
hitchhikers with signs rarely realise
the song you like
i’m on the radio again
underwear is always optional
the music passes her over
a silent toast to the speechless
the flatlanders write books
pieces of a man
he wrote all his checks with future inspiration
note from the mausoleum
affection on the distance cord
drowning doesn't imply you can't swim
theory behind two-liners
an experiment in text
caricature of linette
picture of joel
two degrees in psychometrics
a body of facts
self-portrait
some people are defined in terms
p. butter is 30% fat but its
a difference in perspective
ex-boyfriend's lament
when artists paint self-portraits
my grandmother--
when i'm around anyone
when i told josh my one true love
imagined at a coffeehouse
stop bending the truth, she said,
i like to think of our moon
good writing is being able to make
nobody ever asks you what
note to robespierre, in favor of spring:
rain & sun are seasonal effects
entertaining my russian bride
my judy, the ingrate
reg the mechanic
critics call picasso’s crooked paintings ‘art’,
on the accidental death of an ant
portrait of vincent, the flower merchant
portrait of francesco, the wino
when love comes calling
2 excerpts from “bedtime books for scientists”
rolling around in the hay
the journey
the loneliness
petty coat