#AmericanWriters
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…
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…
The gathering family throws shadows around us, it is the late afternoon Of the family. There is still enough light
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…
1. THE SACRIFICE On this tile the knife like a sickle-moon hangs in the painted air
My husband gives me an A for last night’s supper, an incomplete for my ironing, a B plus in bed. My son says I am average,
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
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
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…
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…
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book
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
January Contorted by wind, mere armatures for ice or snow, the trees resolve to endure for now,