| How I Left My Family for a Rock Show | By T. Floyd | Thanks to the friend who first breathed the words, "Def Leppard" in my presence, I went to my first concert. |
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| Some Wild Fires ADULT | By T. Floyd | Back by popular demand, but without the rewrite. "Sometimes she rents a room with a balcony and walks boldly out onto the small lip of concrete and steel." |
| No One Said It Had to Be Real ADULT | By T. Floyd | "She would never have admitted how reluctant she was to wash his scent from that pillowcase." |
| Wings | By T. Floyd | A poem in honour of Baba and Muschi. |
| Lovers | By T. Floyd | A poem for mine. |