Wait Up! I’m Hamlet, Too!
“You know you can’t play tetherball alone, right?
Or, I mean, well, yeah, sure, you can, I guess…
Long as you don’t mind never losing.“
There’s days I wish that I had a dead dad.
A spare, you understand:
One that’s for catch and whatnot, one
For being dead.
That at the least’s a motive;
Hard to argue with.


Even on mud or grasses,

Strain Again

La Plage Sud

All Change

The Nocturnes

Newton’s Cradle

Another Time

How We Know Each Other

Houdini’s Wife

Trying To Finish A Sonnet At Le Pain Quotidien

Crossing the Pont du Lac Ha! Ha!

(Running) After Catullus (With a Knife)

So What’s My Super-Objective

Remember Once, When It Was Raining,

The Word Is “Yet”

A Subway Sketch

It’s Always Something

The Buddha in My Window Box Faces Away

Arranged

Don’t Go
