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

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

The gathering family throws shadows around us, it is the late afternoon Of the family. There is still enough light

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

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

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 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,

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

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

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…

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

After Adam Zagajewski I am child to no one, mother to a… wife for the long haul. On fall days I am happy with my dying brethren, the leaves…