Winner of the Hayden Carruth Award for New and Emerging Poets from Copper Canyon Press, 2006. One of the best books I've read this year. I plan to get more from this author. Buy here
From "Blue Warp Black Weave"
It happened because somewhere a wind died down. / I stopped loving you when a pebble hit the windshield. / A moth at the window is a symbol.
From "The Poet's Youth Was Almost Impossibly Glamorous and Romantic"
Our sheets were gathered at the corners. / It wasn't necessary, it was what we liked. / If the house burned down we built it up again, exactly as before.
You take my fear of long journeys, of talking in my sleep. / I'll take sleep and the first morning sounds // of the monastery on the hill. You take the monks . . .