#AmericanWriters
The door of winter is frozen shut, and like the bodies of long extinct animals, cars lie abandoned wherever
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
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 am only leaving you for a handful of days but it feels as thought i will be gone forever the way the door closes
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book
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,
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.
I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand
Because the shad are swimming in our waters now, breaching the skin of the river with their
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,
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
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…
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…