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

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

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

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…

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

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

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

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

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…

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,

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

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

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

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.