| media circus and bad police work | | Array |
| Meditating on Spring | ... | Array |
| memorial | ... | Array |
| Memorial Day | DRAFT | Array |
| Minneapolis, Aug 1, 2007 | Draft | Array |
| Minneapolis, Aug 1, 2007 | Release candidate | Array |
| miracles, gingerale and Michelangelo | Just a little ditty about things I wish I'd thought while i was there. But of course, I was never there. I was always here. How sad is that? | Array |
| mirror mirror on the wall | | Array |
| missing | | Array |
| moonlight's edge as she cries in bed | flighty silly stuff..i know. | Array |
| more icing on the petunia | ... | Array |
| musings in a dentist's chair | draft | Array |
| my favorite atheist hypocrite evangelizing | | Array |
| my favorite path to hell | | Array |
| my gas stove | ... | Array |
| my last castle | ... | Array |
| my last conversation with a supermodel | | Array |
| My Ode to Democrats | ... it's more of a thought piece. Not a rant at all. | Array |
| My Ode to Republicans | | Array |
| My view on public health insurance | | Array |
| Naked | | Array |
| nature vs. nurture | draft | Array |
| Near the Boott Mill | | Array |
| never mind | | Array |
| new friends after the bloody lip has dried | | Array |
| New Life | As the title indicates, both the one born and the one I embarked on myself. | Array |
| new love, old love, and our dream to go | Draft | Array |
| no God but the internet | | Array |
| nothing is ever enough, except the dream | | Array |
| numb to the swirling storm | draft | Array |
| oatmeal | ... | Array |
| Observations while eating a peanutbutter and fluff sandwich | | Array |
| Ode to a last kiss in moonlight | Draft | Array |
| Ode to a plastic cow | ... | Array |
| ode to a poet who thinks he’s great | Draft 2 | Array |
| Ode to Extinction and Fat | ... | Array |
| of saints and zombies | | Array |
| ok ok ok, I love you | Draft | Array |
| Old friends | | Array |
| old friends drift past | .. | Array |
| On Contemplating a Sculpture | Tuesday night I went and saw my friend Patrick Pierce read his poetry and show his sculptures. It was a fun night, and it inspired this poem. It's a bit long and hairy, and this is just a first draft. | Array |
| On Tuesdays | | Array |
| On Tuesdays | erotic, a bit. | Array |
| our average little marriage | ... | Array |
| overheard | Draft | Array |
| Overheard in the President's Office | | Array |
| parade march | ... | Array |
| patience | draft | Array |
| peace at forest glenn cemetery | Draft | Array |
| Peeku | | Array |