Cellar doors were open
For the storms were out that night
The night reflected from the leaves
The sky was still too bright
I saw her passing as the wind
Was rising in the air
She rode upon a red bicycle
And she had red hair
Dimples And Toes
Moisture
My Brother Paul
The Golden Goat
Tongue Story (part II)
Epilogue
Living In Vain
Spilling the Seed
Melancholy Clumps
Tongue Story (part IV)
Tongue Story (part III)
End Of Home
Boo Who
Fingertips
My Work is So Behind
Ghost Child
I Hate Heaven
Honey Bear
Less Not More
Caring