Jorie Graham

And that you hold the same one hawk each day I pass through my field             up. And that it             may choose its             spot so freely, from which to scan, and, without more than the wintry beguiling...

Of the two dogs the car hit, one, two, while we were talking, and thinking about                      how to change each                      other’s mind, the other...

from the cadaver beginning to show through the skin of the day. The future without                      days. Without days of it?                      in it? I try to – just for a...

Sunbreak. The sky opens its magazine. If you look hard                      it is a process of falling                      and squinting – & you are in- terrupted again and...

After great rain. Gradually you are revealing yourself to me. The lesson carves                      a tunnel through an occupied territory. Great beaches come into existence, are laved for centuries, small...