At dusk the girl who will become my mom must trudge through the snow， her legs cold under skirts， a bandanna tight on her braids. In the henhouse， a k...
I. Adieu， New-England's smiling meads， Adieu， th' flow'ry plain： I leave thine op'ning charms， O spring， And tempt the roaring main. I...
Dear friend， you were right： the smell of fish and foam and algae makes one green smell together. It clears my head. It empties me enough to fit down ...
The dwarf pine on marsh grounds holds its head up： a dark rag. But what you see is nothing compared to the roots， the widening， secretly groping， deat...
The police set about their work so tenderly！ Like dolls built to simulate laughter. Like bells， they watch the space between themselves， not us. Its m...
"Sleeping so？ Thou hast forgotten me， Akhilleus. Never was I uncared for in life but am in death. Accord me burial in all haste： let me pass the ...
New York will not accept me at this weight & Mothers of the disappeared don‘t come ’round Here anymore. I said you‘re housekeepi...
Man looking into the sea， taking the view from those who have as much right to it as you have to yourself， it is human nature to stand in the middle o...
Not， exactly， green： closer to bronze preserved in kind brine， something retrieved from a Greco-Roman wreck， patinated and oddly muscular. We cannot k...
Begun under the bed of the poorest shanty It ran through the mattress and suffered the chinches And it ran through the veins of the farmer and his wif...