"The path comes into being only because we observe it."             —Werner Heisenberg   No, your wits can’t fix this.    …

                      After Yoko Ono   Tulips and chimneys and ash and dirt and honey and salt and hives and the…

  Not a Rolodex, not Rolex – no, a Bolex camera, two-tiered like a New York apartment building, my grandfather looked down inside it and laughed like a woodpecker –…

                      The Coast Guard hut flew a blue flag             when the water blew thick…

              (After Child Ballad 23: Judas) I saw my sister swikele woman beside the road robes ripped and torn from nights in the thicket.…

              (After Child Ballad 12: Lord Randall)   The facts are that the mute girl with the mismatched eyes lived in the greenwood, slicing…

  Hardy’s heart was, upon his death, removed from his body at his request. The rest of him buried in Poet’s Corner, but his heart was buried with his first…

  Twilight now, and the night school teacher sits beneath the great chart of the periodic table in the chemistry classroom the overcrowded college across the street has rented and…

  Wisteria snaps another wooden slat on the arbor. In the kitchen doorway, buttoning a worn cuff,             you say, Stop at Finest, I need…

  Men drive us to suicide,             children pull us back. I'd have more             If it weren't too late.…

  Must be mid-morning, the even light hitting the young woman’s forehead straight on through a window we can’t see. She’s reading a letter, been stuck on the first third…

  The Delaware’s a greenish black river here, flanked by other, slower rivers—fields of snow, rows of leafless sycamores larger than God, two shoulderless snaking roads. I’m in the truck…