- 1st
- 10:44 am: Entry No. 5,402 - 2 comments
- 2nd
- 11:59 am: "Searching for her eyes in a never-ending sky." - 2 comments
- 3rd
- 10:46 am: Now We Are Sixteen - 9 comments
- 4th
- 10:06 am: Howard Hughes and the Perfect Sauce - 2 comments
- 5th
- 11:34 am: Boom. - 4 comments
- 6th
- 11:20 am: Entry No. 5,407 - 1 comment
- 7th
- 10:46 am: An Ennui of Possessions - 2 comments
- 8th
- 11:34 am: The Next Thing - 3 comments
- 9th
- 12:09 pm: Howard Hughes and the Calendar of Lost Days - 1 comment
- 10th
- 10:49 am: Days When Subject Lines Elude Me - 1 comment
- 11th
- 11:17 am: "It's a hollow play, but they'll clap anyway." - 2 comments
- 12th
- 12:04 pm: Pig Bicycle Parking - 1 comment
- 13th
- 11:32 am: Howard Hughes and the Canyon of Cardboard - 2 comments
- 14th
- 11:23 am: Going Someone Else
- 15th
- 11:13 am: The Great Sandy Pig - 1 comment
- 16th
- 10:30 am: "Blind without her source of light..." - 3 comments
- 17th
- 10:47 am: Entry No. 5,419 - 2 comments
- 18th
- 11:56 am: "A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone." - 1 comment
- 19th
- 11:54 am: "And she chose a yard to burn, but the ground remembers her." - 3 comments
- 20th
- 12:43 pm: "Gone all star white." - 3 comments
- 21st
- 11:49 am: Was and Is - 3 comments
- 22nd
- 11:23 am: "...like a tree full of bees." - 3 comments
- 23rd
- 11:12 am: "‘Cause I don’t know where, I don’t know when." - 1 comment
- 24th
- 10:36 am: Memories of Green - 3 comments
- 25th
- 11:33 am: Lydia in the Bug Room - 3 comments
- 26th
- 11:35 am: "There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass." - 3 comments
- 27th
- 10:21 am: "...far away from the memories..." - 2 comments
- 28th
- 11:34 am: Entry No. 5,430 - 2 comments
- 29th
- 11:06 am: "Staring straight into the pure black void." - 1 comment
- 30th
- 12:10 pm: "There is no other place, no one else I face." - 2 comments
- 31st
- 10:34 am: "If only I could see you turn myself to me..." - 3 comments
