The Mission

Tell Me About the Street

It Made the Workers Soft

Higher and Higher

Mounted Head

When the Wind Spoke

Wrestled and Lost

A Dash of Sun

You've Been Digging Again

Buying One's Freedom

Remembering Their Faces

So Much to Do

Martian Soil

She Hopped

What She Was Like

King of Safety

The Wicked Fisherman

He Joined the Flock

It Flew

Stairs and Windows