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

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

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 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 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…

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

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…

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

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…

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

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 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…

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.