This is the dirty laundry poem– because we have traveled from town… accumulating soiled linen & sw… & blue-jeans caked & clott… & teeshirts crumpled by our gl…

For a long time unhappy with my man, I blamed men, blamed marriage, blamed the whole bleeding world,

. .Who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet’s heart when… and tangled in a woman’s body? —Virginia Woolf Every month,

Could I unthink you, little heart, what would I do? throw you out with last night’s garbage,

With his head full of Shakespeare… and old notions of poetic justice, he was ready with his elegies the day the ocean sailed into the… ‘The sea,’ he wrote, 'is a forgivi…

We have a small sculpture of H… Nothing would surprise him. The beast in the jungle was what h… Edith Wharton’s obfuscating older… He fled the demons

You whom I hoped to reach by writ… you beyond the multicolored tangle of telephone wires, you with your white paper soul trampled in transit,

On a darkening planet speeding toward our death, we pierce a rosy cloud & hit clean air,

You can be hurt because you want too much; because in your face it says: love me, nurture me; because in your teeth it says:

Because he dreams of seeding the w… his eyes bite She looks He looks away He is snow-blind from staring at her breasts

All night he lies awake tuning the… tuning the night with its fat crac… with its melancholy love songs cro… across the rainy air above Verdun & the autobahn’s blue suicidal…

‘Why do you have stripes in your forehead, Mama? Are you

The experience of fear is not an o… —J. Krishnamurti In dreams I descend into the cave of my past: a child with a morgue-tag

For Jennifer Josephy On cold days it is easy to be reasonable, to button the mouth against kisses… dust the breasts

Dearest man-in-the-moon, ever since our lunch of cheese & moonjuice on the far side of the sun, I have walked the craters of New…