#AmericanWriters
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,
Into the gravity of my life, the serious ceremonies of polish and paper and pen, has come this manic animal
Because the shad are swimming in our waters now, breaching the skin of the river with their
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
I sing a song of the croissant and of the wily French who trick themselves daily back to the world
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.
After Adam Zagajewski I am child to no one, mother to a… wife for the long haul. On fall days I am happy with my dying brethren, the leaves…
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book
The gathering family throws shadows around us, it is the late afternoon Of the family. There is still enough light
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…
We invent our gods the way the Greeks did, in our own image’but magnified. Athena, the very mother of wisdom, squabbled with Poseidon
January Contorted by wind, mere armatures for ice or snow, the trees resolve to endure for now,
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,
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…
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