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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…
After the college reading, the eager students gather. They ask me
Parachuting down through clouds shaped like whales & sharks, dolphins & penguins, pelicans & gulls,
Out in the world, the child cries for the mother as the wound cries for salt as the lover cries for her unrequited lover
My love is too much– it embarrasses you– blood, poems, babies, red needs that telephone from foreign countries,
For Jennifer Josephy On cold days it is easy to be reasonable, to button the mouth against kisses… dust the breasts
Again & again I have read your books without ever wishing to know you. I suck the alphabet of blood. I chew the iron filings of your wo…
Baby-witch, my daughter, my worship of the Goddess alone condemns you to the fire. . .
Nature will bear the closest inspe… —Thoreau The raspberries in my driveway have always
The lover in these poems is me; the doctor, Love. He appears
Looking for a place where we might turn off the inner dialogue, the monologue of futures & regrets,
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…
Next birthday I am thirty-six, & formed (for all intents & purposes) in tooth & claw.
All the boring tedious young men with dead eyes & dirty hair .… all the mad young men who hate the… all the squalling baby boys . . . have grown up
And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. —William Blake Because I would not admit that I had nurtured