The flames tickle the notes as they
are swept up the chimney...

I can write angry poetry too.
Bad things have happened to me...

We sat up on the hill.
Fingers intricately entwined...

We were sitting in a cafe
when the dark clouds swept in...

The time has come.
Knocks on her battered...

My thoughts turn
to the roads...

1,024 Lilliputians
bungee jump off my eyelids...

I went to take the SAT on Saturday
and wondered why I was there...

And so it comes cascading
downward toward the earth...

From the moment your brown eyes met mine
I knew it had always been you...

In the wild was born a gentle flower,
sought after by all men, far and wide...

One must not shelter
trees nor stones from a great storm...