#AmericanWriters
I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand
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…
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
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
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…
My husband gives me an A for last night’s supper, an incomplete for my ironing, a B plus in bed. My son says I am average,
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…
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…
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book
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,
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 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