Reflection of the Television

Untitled #27

Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters

I Am Taking The Train Home

Talking With Fireworks/ Here, It Never Snowed

Last Year's Rain Didn't Fall Quite So Hard

Cold Days From the Birdhouse

Walking For Two Hours

And She Would Darken The Memory

Mapped By What Surrounded Them

Three Seconds of Dead Air

I Became a Prostitute

Made To Disappear

Interrupted

At The Burnside

Seven Years Of Letters

Scissors

The Room

That Birthday Present

Floorboards Under The Bed