#AmericanWriters
Some say it was a pear Eve ate. Why else the shape of the womb,
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 am only leaving you for a handful of days but it feels as thought i will be gone forever the way the door closes
We invent our gods the way the Greeks did, in our own image’but magnified. Athena, the very mother of wisdom, squabbled with Poseidon
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book
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…
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
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 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…
1. THE SACRIFICE On this tile the knife like a sickle-moon hangs in the painted air
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…
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