It may seem cruel, this joy I take

Hopes are sharp objects	Another rendezvous at the graveside	How to care for your Godzilla	Iris Murdoch is dead. Hold my hand. It's your turn now.
Sounds of cicadas	Lost baby dreams	Turning coffee into words	My Better Half
October 24, 1974	There is nothing left for me there, except for all that I left behind	Excavation