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…

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

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

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

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…

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

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.

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

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

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…

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