Grace and Fury walk with you, call each by name when the other has failed

that wounded rider knows the intimacies of the river. its earliest mud is still under his fingernails.	I've been doing that all night and quite frankly my jaw aches	We are the ghosts of the singing furies	For a boat of white bone, and we three
Give us beautiful symphonies telling us terrible things	You taste like salt and sunshine	I'm not religious, but I think I have a close relationship with God	If Thou But Suffer God to Guide Thee
Why American women shave their legs	The Four Virtues	This guy in the computer lab who looks like he should be a doctor	Stealing your best friend's girlfriend
It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome	There By the Grace of God	Love Song for Klaproth	In Defense and Exhortation of E2 Fiction
Grace	Biscuits and gravy	O blind cupidity, O wrath insane	Any exercise can be made harder by going slower
Aspects of American society that may be new to you	Ashes of a Dead Ideal	we walk the same path out of sync	August 12, 2004