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The door of winter is frozen shut, and like the bodies of long extinct animals, cars lie abandoned wherever
When our cars touched When you lifted the hood of mine To see the intimate workings under… When we were bound together By a pulse of pure energy,
My husband gives me an A for last night’s supper, an incomplete for my ironing, a B plus in bed. My son says I am average,
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…
Into the gravity of my life, the serious ceremonies of polish and paper and pen, has come this manic animal
When they taught me that what matt… was not the strict iambic line goo… over the page but the variations in that line and the tension produ… on the ear by the surprise of diff…
Because the shad are swimming in our waters now, breaching the skin of the river with their
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…
January Contorted by wind, mere armatures for ice or snow, the trees resolve to endure for now,
The gathering family throws shadows around us, it is the late afternoon Of the family. There is still enough light
1. THE SACRIFICE On this tile the knife like a sickle-moon hangs in the painted air
I sing a song of the croissant and of the wily French who trick themselves daily back to the world
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…
It was early May, I think a moment of lilac or dogwood when so many promises are made it hardly matters if a few are bro… My mother and father still hovered
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.