the accidental beauty of the industrial district

The terrible beauty of an industrial landscape at dawn	The movements exist on their own terms, manifesting rare beauty	In the city, silence is no longer silence but the memory of a noise	Over the high-rise of this city we kissed, over the high-rise of this city we jumped to our deaths
Lords of Dogtown	There is not much new to say about snow, or about broken love	A Photographer's Tips On Writing	The Healing Place
The Slug Bearers of Kayrol Island, or, The Friends of Dr. Rushower	I am worn out with the beauty of the most trivial things	Prostitution and the Euro	You might be a Michigander
beauty of the human delusion	concrete summers	You have to lie to fall in love. You have to tell the truth to stay there.	so glad I'm not alone in my dreams
The Wild Shore	Psalms of the Convenience Store Clerk: Pump Three on the Fritz Again	Dressed, out the door, dreaming	The Australian Political System
corporate espionage	Indiana once tried to change the value of pi	Kingfisher