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,

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

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

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…

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

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…

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

January Contorted by wind, mere armatures for ice or snow, the trees resolve to endure for now,

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

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

We think of hidden in a white dres… among the folded linens and sachet… of well-kept cupboards, or just ou… sending jellies and notes with no… to all the wondering Amherst neigh…

Perhaps the purpose of leaves is t… the verticality of trees which we… as if for the first time: row afte… yearning upwards. And since we wil… ourselves for so long, let us now…