“Hill of Jews,” says one, named for a cemetery long gone."Hill of Jove," says another, and maybe Jove stalked here

Last night, again, I dreamed my children were back at home, small boys huddled in their separa… and I went from one to the other listening to their breathing —regu…

If you were twenty-seven and had done time for beating our ex-wife and had no dreams you remembered in the morning, you might

A man roams the streets with a bas… of freestone peaches hollering, “P… peaches, yellow freestone peaches… My grandfather in his prime could… the Tigers of Wrath or the factor…

The air lay soffly on the green fu… of the almond, it was April and I said, I begin again but my hands burned in the damp ea… the light ran between my fingers

Beaten like an old hound Whimpering by the stove, I complicate the pain That smarts with promised love. The oilstove falls, the rain,

Here in February, the fine dark branches of the almond begin to sprout tiny clusters of leaves, sticky to the touch. Not far off, about the length

Dawn coming in over the fields of darkness takes me by surprise and I look up from my solitary roa… pleased not to be alone, the birds now choiring from the orange grove…

He tells me in Bangkok he’s robbe… Because he’s white; in London bec… In Barcelona, Jew; in Paris, Ara… Everywhere and at all times, and h… He holds up seven thick little fin…

Someone was calling someone; now they’ve stopped. Beyond the gl… the rose vines quiver as in a light wind, but there is none: I hear nothing. The moments pass,

Earth and water without form, change, or pause: as if the third day had not come, this calm norm of chaos denies the Word. One sees only a surface

April, and the last of the plum bl… scatters on the black grass before dawn. The sycamore, the lim… the struck pine inhale the first pale hints of sky.

Numb, stiff, broken by no sleep, I keep night watch. Looking for signs to quiet fear, I creep closer to his bed and hear his breath come and go, holding

When my brother came home from war he carried his left arm in a black… but assured us most of it was stil… Spring was late, the trees forgot… I stood in a long line waiting for…