The world is warm and likes having us in it

She is in the heartbeat you hear around you, listen	Dressed, out the door, dreaming	I miss Adam	I spent all of last night dancing on graves
I Rub My Duckie	When in doubt, choose wings not shoes	The clouds found us, under the sky eating up streets	How did I get here, Sarah?
How robots write poetry	artificial emotions	Arguments for the perceived impending invasion of Earth by atomic-powered Killbots from Planet X	Miles to go before we sleep
Rose-colored glasses	It has become the time of evening when people sit on their porches	When we two parted	Home is where the heart is. Home is in the ribcage.
October 5, 2003	Darlinn	I would have leapt at the innuendo you had strewn at my feet.	October 29, 2005
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,	August 9, 2005	warm milk	Western Fence Lizard