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.

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…

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…

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

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

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

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

Into the gravity of my life, the serious ceremonies of polish and paper and pen, has come this manic animal

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

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

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…

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

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