To love another is somethinglike prayer and it can't be planned, you just fallinto its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief..

There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning..

And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope.

I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; then I am in love again and very yo….

And within the house ashes are being stuffed into my marriage, fury is lapping the walls, dishes crack on the shelves, a strangler needs my throat, t….

The summer has seized you, as when, last month in Amalfi, I saw lemons as large as your desk-side globe-that miniature map of the world-and I could m….

Frog has no nerves. Frog is as old as a cockroach. Frog is my father's genitals. Frog is a malformed doorknob. Frog is a soft bag of green..

I'm hunting for the truth. It might be a kind of poetic truth, and not just a factual one, because behind everything that happens to you, there is an….

My husband sings Baa Baa black sheep and we pretend that all's certain and good, that the marriage won't end..

Evil is maybe lying to God. Or better, lying to love..

A woman who writes feels too much..

I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray..

Rejoice with the day lily for it is born for a day to live by the mailbox and glorify the roadside.

It is a dead heart. It is inside of me. It is a stranger yet once it was agreeable, opening and closing like a clam..

All in all, I'd say, the world is strangling..

Today life opened inside me like an egg..

For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the ceiling..

Father, you died once, salted down at fifty-nine, packed down like a big snow angel, wasn't that enough?.

Do you like me?” No answer. Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarette….

All considerations for these human remains! They must have an escort! They are classified!.

There is no word for time. Today we will not think to number another summer or watch its white bird into the ground..