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From Letters to Yesenin

…a classmate dropped dead, his heart was attacked at thirty-three.

From Rising, Falling, Hovering

We cannot leave it to the forces to rub out the color of the world.

From Sonnets to the Humans

From The Dream We Carry

You’ve gathered more knowledge than you’d need for nine lives.

From The Invention of Mathematics

She already knew that deafening silence of a call gone unanswered.

From The Testing of Luther Albright

From The Victor Poems

It was only a matter of time before the damp of loss grew within us like moss.

From Winter’s Apprentice

A ripple across the darker fathom, no sooner there than torn away.

From “A Poppy in My Hair”

At 35,000 feet, the center of heaven, in the deep Milky Way, we meet.

From “Call It in the Air”

He told me that he knows a parent’s grief for a dead child.

From “Doppler Elegies”

Why am I always asleep in your poems? Look at me Ben, when am I.

from “The Last Bohemian of Avenue A”

Lie down & whisper all your careless dreams into my votive ear.

From “The Last Will and Testament of the Orphelines”

Our cocoa is gone and our dreams are being eaten by mice.

From “The Monogram”

The waves have heard of you. How you caress, how you kiss.

From “The Obscure Lives of Poets”

One spent the better part of this life writing in the dirt with a stick.

Frou-Frou

She possessed a quality that made one forget all shortcomings.

Fruit Basket for Extinction

Play hero, sunburned protagonist, awake in our dream.

Gargantuan

My childhood is a city where tenderness was frowned upon.

Gargoyle

Why do you keep so much from your husband, don’t you trust him?

Gaslight

That year, the mail would arrive as white as warning, as flashing teeth.

Genesis

I wish I could tell him he’s not going to hell. It would be so freeing for him.

Genesis and Other Poems

Imagine being able to calm the one you love best, who loves you best.

Genuine Fakes and Other Poems

It’s the human genius of reproducing not quite exactly.

Ghazals for the Body

What I want is a woman who knows all the meanings of indulgence.

Giant Learns to Play Basketball

I loved the game not for its shapes alone, but for symmetry’s quiet flash.

Gifts for a Beautiful Body and Other Poems

Perhaps the only way to see a whole body is to see one coming out of you.

Glad to Be Who They Are

What a good time we could have if we were happy to be who we are.

Gone, the old verve, gone

My days pass through me as music through a thin, stretched wire.

Good Morning

Her girlish hand the color of rich vanilla floating over the flotsam.

Good Neighbors

Her anger was white and cold. It sent seams of ice through my heart.