“How not to think of loss, how it takes hold and grows: like lacuna snails, slow and deliberate, on a reed? Why is everything I see the past I've tried to forget?” PastPoetryGrowthLossGriefPoemForgettingSlowness Book:Monument: Poems New and Selected Source: Monument: Poems New and Selected
“This is how the past interrupts our lives, all of it entering the same doorway--like the hole in the trunk of my neighbor's tree: at once a natural shelter, haven for small creatures, but also evidence of injury, an entrance for decay.” PastPoetryPoemDecayShelterTreesInjuries Book:Monument: Poems New and Selected Source: Monument: Poems New and Selected
“When I think of this now, I see how the past holds us captive, its beautiful ruin etched on the mind's eye” PastPoetryPoemCaptivityRuin Book:Monument: Poems New and Selected Source: Monument: Poems New and Selected
