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

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

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 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…

The door of winter is frozen shut, and like the bodies of long extinct animals, cars lie abandoned wherever

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…

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

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

When I taught you at eight to ride a bicycle, loping along beside you as you wobbled away

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…

I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand

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,

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…