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

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…

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

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

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

When I taught you at eight to ride a bicycle, loping along beside you as you wobbled away

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

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

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

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,

January Contorted by wind, mere armatures for ice or snow, the trees resolve to endure for now,

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…

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

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…