I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a boo… something to read at the doctor’€™… and while I am inside, running the… of inquisition along a shelf,

The neighbors’ dog will not stop b… He is barking the same high, rhyth… that he barks every time they leav… They must switch him on on their w… The neighbors’ dog will not stop b…

There is the sudden silence of the… above a player not moving on the f… and the silence of the orchid. The silence of the falling vase before it strikes the floor,

All you have to do is listen to th… sometimes talks to his wife at a t… and notice how intent he is on mak… even though her lower lip is begin… and you will know why the women in…

Why do we bother with the rest of… the swale of the afternoon, the sudden dip into evening, then night with his notorious perf… his many-pointed stars?

This is not bad— ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft… of these earphones,

The Wind is ghosting around the h… and as I lean against the door of… I begin to think about the first p… how quiet he must have seemed the… as the others stood around the fir…

They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is… If you let it out too early, they… your poem will fly away, and this time they are absolutely…

Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you have not closed the book, and now I am summoning you up again, attentive...

There are many that I miss having sent my last one out a car… sparking along the road one night,… The heralded one, of course: after sex, the two glowing tips

You are so beautiful and I am a f… to be in love with you is a theme that keeps coming up in songs and poems. There seems to be no room for vari…

First, her tippet made of tulle, easily lifted off her shoulders an… on the back of a wooden chair. And her bonnet, the bow undone with a light forwar…

The murkiness of the local garage… that you cannot make out the calen… drawings on the wall above a bench… Your ears are ringing with the sou… the mechanic hammering on your exh…

Yesterday, I lay awake in the pal… A soft rain stole in, unhelped by… And when I saw the silver glaze o… I started with A, with Ackerman,… Then Baxter and Calabro,

Tonight the moon is a cracker, with a bite out of it floating in the night, and in a week or so according to the calendar