I am standing on a disused iron br… that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolte… the year my mother turned one. Imagine—a mother in her infancy,

You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... —Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and the knife, the crystal goblet and the wine.

Today we woke up to a revolution o… its white flag waving over everyth… the landscape vanished, not a single mouse to punctuate th… and beyond these windows

The neighbors’ dog will not stop b… He is barking the same high, rhyth… that he barks every time they leav… They must switch him on on their w… The neighbors’ dog will not stop b…

The name of the author is the firs… followed obediently by the title,… the heartbreaking conclusion, the… which suddenly becomes one you hav… never even heard of,

Smokey the Bear heads into the autumn woods with a red can of gasoline and a box of wooden matches. His ranger’s hat is cocked

Yesterday, I lay awake in the pal… A soft rain stole in, unhelped by… And when I saw the silver glaze o… I started with A, with Ackerman,… Then Baxter and Calabro,

This is not bad— ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft… of these earphones,

I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem

Why do we bother with the rest of… the swale of the afternoon, the sudden dip into evening, then night with his notorious perf… his many-pointed stars?

First, her tippet made of tulle, easily lifted off her shoulders an… on the back of a wooden chair. And her bonnet, the bow undone with a light forwar…

I am wondering what became of all… that used to pose, robed and statu… and parade about on the pages of t… displaying their capital letters l… Truth cantering on a powerful hors…

I knew that James Whistler was pa… but I was still surprised when I… of his mother at the Musée d’Orsa… among all the colored dots and mob… of the French Impressionists.

What scene would I want to be env… more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen t… floral wallpaper pressing in, white cabinets full of glass,

Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over… It feels like eating the same small, perfect grape