I spend all day on Google Maps picking out houses with porches and old trees in the front yard. On some online road in California I play how old…

  is left unsaid though his features speak it and the color of his voice, his choices. He carries his father unsteadily, as once his father hoisted him high onto…

  Spring is not everything, but it seems to be the answer. God is here, stretching her green knuckles to set the heart aflame. That other spring, when I turned…

  As a kid I’d lean against the right wall of my room and with a pencil draw a horizontal line that revealed my height alongside the passage of time:…

  —after Sylvia Plath* here what you see is the intent to express the frame once concealed with ornament once unimaginable here flowers made as if cut by machine, as…

  My son asked me how can she keep a baby from her parents like that I think about her the witch as I cut off most of my hair…

  My mother carried an old man on her back after she fled Vietnam. He was small and shriveled, like a mummy, limbs broken and reassembled into a folded child.…

  Everyone said it was the largest tree they had ever seen on a street in New York. Some said anywhere. The city sent a small crane, then its bigger…

  stopping with their chimera cameras departed currencies they want to see where the Bedouin coin necklaces are thread where the Druze cross-stitch their dinner mats devourer of spiders but…

  from your opening will come an era of inconsequence an adage without donkey or kettle to prepare the glacial faces for their wanderings in a place where the ants…

  If you knew anything about deserts, you knew there were scorpions. So when one appeared in your yard, standing where the crosshatched patches of grass met the beginning of…

  Weed-scrabble, cropping for the hungry earth, this wet morning, young robin clutching at old ivy, berrying the fruits of autumn’s windfall. In the cemetery, apples. I am out of…