I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so. Maybe at last being but a broken man I must be satisfied with my heart, although Winter and summer till old age began My circus animals...
I pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the party and the seed on the ground the afterparty.) I am getting so good at watching that...
I don’t like being photographed. When we kissed at a wedding, the night grew long and luminous. You unhooked my bra. A photograph passes for proof, Sontag says, that a given thing has happened. Or you leaned back to watch as I eased the straps...
I pray for us as evening glides over implore the gods pray for us pray for this breathing planet the milky way dreams us into galaxy no need for heaven this is how it started: way out beyond we below the sweet of your lips dipped in promise anxieties claim us bark and skin what we...
We lived in a stone farmhouse at the edge of town. I’d been assigned to process asylum claims and you’d come to write about the abandoned homes in the island’s interior the government was selling cheap. A family of barn swallows lived inside our...
I know not what to do— My mind is reft. Is song's gift best? Is love's gift loveliest? I know not what to do, Now sleep has pressed Weight on your eyelids.
Shall I break your rest, Devouring, eager? Is love's gift best?— Nay, song's the loveliest. Yet, were you lost, What...