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

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

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…

We invent our gods the way the Greeks did, in our own image’€”but magnified. Athena, the very mother of wisdom, squabbled with Poseidon

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…

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.

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

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…

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

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

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

1. THE SACRIFICE On this tile the knife like a sickle-moon hangs in the painted air

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

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