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