Pierre Bonnard would enter the museum with a tube of paint in his pocket and a sable brush. Then violating the sanctity of one of his own frames

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

The door of winter is frozen shut, and like the bodies of long extinct animals, cars lie abandoned wherever

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

1. THE SACRIFICE On this tile the knife like a sickle-moon hangs in the painted air

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…

Some say it was a pear Eve ate. Why else the shape of the womb,

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

I married you for all the wrong re… charmed by your dangerous family h… by the innocent muscles, bulging l… weapons under your shirt, by your… the colors of painted scraps of su…

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…

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…

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

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…