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

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

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

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,

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

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…

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

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

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…

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

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

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