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

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…

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

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

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…

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…

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…

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

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

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…

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…

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