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 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…

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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 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…

I sing a song of the croissant and of the wily French who trick themselves daily back to the world

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

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