There was a red sky at morning. It should have been a warning… To say I miss you says almost nothing at all, for my

You’re stuck in my heart like gum to the grooves of a shoe. I never realized I was that piece of gum, or that you

Someone says you need a coach to do this.                We attend class, learn and practice what our bodies

Life is loss, she said Into the darkness of her pain, the room a haze of cigarette smoke. You’re wrong, I insisted To this woman,

I saw him today in the Public Garden walking briskly and alone, all bundled up against the snow and against the fact that you don’t

You may not know me yet, but I’m learning just who you must be, trusting you’re getting ready for the rest of our lives. Perhaps

The game grows stale yet we keep playing. You tell me it is not a game, but if I don’t follow its rules I won’t

The horizon in her eyes seems closer than water A morning breeze caresses her hair As if announcing a fearful shadow Longing to meet her

Away for a week, I return to the house after dark relieved to be back in my orderly house where the surface-neat living room provides

Love dogs you like hunger and when you shoot, you cut my heart with your heart, a heart of flame. Your sticks of love burn

A dead poet writing about a dead love reminds me of roses on a casket as a minster plants prayers in the rain, only for

You’ve begun to shut down. Spend more time alone. Converse with your cat for relief, When the mere sight of a human, Makes you retreat

Married life as a collection of sidelong glances: Wondering if you caught the reference in the movie where they act exactly like we do,  or

(for my granddaughter Athena) I’m drawn first to the fingers, for their craftsmanship and eloquence, for their exquisite reproduction  of the ones now gently holding

for herself   He watches her face as she writes out hope. After that first kiss, he broke her heart once. No more. How many