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…

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

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

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 am only leaving you for a handful of days but it feels as thought i will be gone forever the way the door closes

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

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

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

It was early May, I think a moment of lilac or dogwood when so many promises are made it hardly matters if a few are bro… My mother and father still hovered

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…

For Jews, the Cossacks are always… Therefore I think the sun spot on… is melanoma. Therefore I celebrat… New Year’s Eve by counting my annual dead.

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…