and flowers pick themselves

Once I Was

‘I Am Cherry Alive’

My Sister’s New Red Hat

Air

Little Horse

Poem (Lana Turner Has Collapsed!)

We Sat Smoking at a Table

Coyotes

An Old Fashioned Song

If You Can

Spell Against Sorrow

Will There Really Be A “Morning”?

The Red Dress

And Flowers Pick Themselves, I Thank You God For Most This Amazing

And Flowers Pick Themselves, Why Did You Go

And Flowers Pick Themselves, Thy Fingers Make Early Flowers Of

And Flowers Pick Themselves, Anyone Lived In A Pretty How Town

And Flowers Pick Themselves, Who Knows If The Moon’s

Blessing The Boats