Perhaps the purpose of leaves is t… the verticality of trees which we… as if for the first time: row afte… yearning upwards. And since we wil… ourselves for so long, let us now…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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…

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

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.