Sink your teeth into the light: poems

Love music.

Yellow sofa cafe.

January.

Love you like bread.

There's nothing you can do.

Reading in the bathroom.

Poem for Jane Kenyon.

End of summer.

Never ask what's under the bed.

Over the river and through the woods.

Torture, brother.

Watercolor on canvas.

Something to do with vulnerability.

I wanted to be a blue jay or wear a flowered apron.

Letter to my father.

Pioneer Valley.

Vermont .

Troy, New York.

Squeak.

Welcome.

On hearing the news of the murder of a young girl from the neighborhood in the wee hours of a winter morning.

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