she said why don't we both just sleep on it tonight / and i believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light / and then she kissed me and i realized she probably was right / there must be fifty ways to leave your lover. ~Paul Simon
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| Poetry | 04/01/2003 | Baltimore |
| Poetry | 03/24/2003 | A Rake's Candor |
| Poetry | 12/24/2002 | Christmas, An Apology |
| Poetry | 12/01/2002 | Stoics and Stars, Scars and Scope |
| Poetry | 11/17/2002 | One's Self As Determined by Circumstances Taken Out of Context |
| Poetry | 11/17/2002 | Dachau, Which Is So Even in June: A Reflection on Sorrow and th |
| Poetry | 10/27/2002 | Two from Brazen Haiku |
| Poetry | 10/27/2002 | These Are Lies |
| Poetry | 10/06/2002 | Touched |
| Poetry | 09/07/2002 | Equilibrium |
| Poetry | 09/07/2002 | e/E |
| Poetry | 07/27/2002 | Anaël's Waxen Pulse |
| Poetry | 07/18/2002 | D O C U M E N T |
