The gathering family throws shadows around us, it is the late afternoon Of the family. There is still enough light

We think of hidden in a white dres… among the folded linens and sachet… of well-kept cupboards, or just ou… sending jellies and notes with no… to all the wondering Amherst neigh…

We invent our gods the way the Greeks did, in our own image’€”but magnified. Athena, the very mother of wisdom, squabbled with Poseidon

Into the gravity of my life, the serious ceremonies of polish and paper and pen, has come this manic animal

What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book

The door of winter is frozen shut, and like the bodies of long extinct animals, cars lie abandoned wherever

Perhaps the purpose of leaves is t… the verticality of trees which we… as if for the first time: row afte… yearning upwards. And since we wil… ourselves for so long, let us now…

Because the shad are swimming in our waters now, breaching the skin of the river with their

For Jews, the Cossacks are always… Therefore I think the sun spot on… is melanoma. Therefore I celebrat… New Year’s Eve by counting my annual dead.

Finding a new poet is like finding a new wildflower out in the woods. You don’t see its name in the flower books, and nobody you tell believes

1. THE SACRIFICE On this tile the knife like a sickle-moon hangs in the painted air

I am only leaving you for a handful of days but it feels as thought i will be gone forever the way the door closes

I sing a song of the croissant and of the wily French who trick themselves daily back to the world