I drew solitude over me, on the lo… —Robinson Jeffers, “Prelude” For whoever does not afflict his s… cut off from his people. —Leviticus 23:29

You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like… still have your dresses copied fro… and play a Chopin prelude called by Cortot: “Delicious reco…

The dark lintels, the blue and for… of the great round rippled by ston… the midsummer night light rising f… the horizon—when I said “a cleft o… I meant this. And this is not Sto…

I can see myself years back at Su… hurting with an infected foot, Phi… in woman’s form, limping the long… lying on a headland over the dark… looking down the red rocks to wher…

Sleeping, turning in turn like pla… rotating in their midnight meadow: a touch is enough to let us know we’re not alone in the universe, e… the dream-ghosts of two worlds

Rain on the West Side Highway, red light at Riverside: the more I love the more I think two people together is a miracle. You’re telling the story of your l…

This is the grass your feet are pl… You paint it orange or you sing it… But you have never found A way to make the grass mean what… A cloud can be whatever you intend…

If I lay on that beach with you white, empty, pure green water war… and lying on that beach we could n… because the wind drove fine sand a… as if it were against us

This apartment full of books could… to the thick jaws, the bulging eye… of monsters, easily: Once open the… the underside of everything you’ve… the rack and pincers held in readi…

What kind of beast would turn its… What atonement is this all about? —and yet, writing words like these… Is all this close to the wolverine… that modulated cantata of the wild…