This first one is (don't laugh) by far the best poem I've ever written. It had a title but I think it's better off without it.

Then there's this one, which is silly but still better than anything else I've written.


Flying Dream is a work in progress. I originally wrote this fragment four years ago, with no intention of continuing. Now there's quite a bit more, but I don't think the rest of it will work until it's all finished.

Hypothetical Situation #841 is a sacrilegious little satire of the notion that the human body is a brilliant work of engineering.

The Man Who Lost His Touch is almost done.

I'm also writing a novel. Expect to see it published sometime around the year 2059.