Guerrero Descending the Mountain
Guerrero knew it was time
poetry
Halitherses
Call me an old divining uncle if you will,
C-100
at the first sign
Venturing Out
The eavestroughs are plugged by a corpse
Favourite Player
Our boots, tongues lillying out, slowly
Single at Twenty-five
Me - love somebody?
My Sister, Turning Thirty
What past,
I Like a Pciture to Flatter
More than likely I'll beat you to it,
Burn Ward
These people did not suffer their losses by degrees;
A Kind of Redemption
Some idiot has wasted
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