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…

Into the gravity of my life, the serious ceremonies of polish and paper and pen, has come this manic animal

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

Because the shad are swimming in our waters now, breaching the skin of the river with their

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

We invent our gods the way the Greeks did, in our own image’€”but magnified. Athena, the very mother of wisdom, squabbled with Poseidon

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

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…

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

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

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