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

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

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

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…

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,

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

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

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

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,

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…