DRAGGING A DEAD DEER UP A HILL
MONOLOGUE
PERSONAL
PILLOW TALK
PINK TURNS BLUE
PLAIN FACED AFTERNOONS
PORCELAIN
SOMEHOW
THE SPIDER AND THE FLY
WE'VE ALL GONE TO SLEEP
YOU'LL BE A LOVER IN MY BED AND A GUN TO MY HEAD
WHEN SUMMER TURNS TO WINTER
