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…

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…

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

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

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,

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

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

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…

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

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

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

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