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…

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.

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…

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 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…

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

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

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

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

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,

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