However long ago, however dim the memory, there is no stretch of elastic time that cannot snap back to what will always be, for once having been. No anger, no flaw, no fear or wish on anyone’s part can annul, or supplant, or diminish a first deep love, a first winter – however cold and frightening, at times – or a firstborn.Read more "Hearths and Homes"
What moves at midnight
is the lateral indecision of stars
which yet strike straight.
Their vacillation a peculiar refringency:
A bending of light, through the singular elasticity
of night, into waves that shore
on the sonic nerve.Read more "Winter Midnight"