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

I remember what my father told me: There is an age when you are most… He was just past fifty then, Was it something about the trees t… There is an age when you are most…

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

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

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…

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.

I have banked the fires of my body into a small but steady blaze here in the kitchen where the dough has a life of its…

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

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…

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

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

I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand

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

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