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

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

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

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…

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 am only leaving you for a handful of days but it feels as thought i will be gone forever the way the door closes

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

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

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