New Poem: A Sound Sharp Enough to Count—

New Poem: A Sound Sharp Enough to Count—

A SOUND SHARP ENOUGH TO COUNT— Don’t explain yourself, she says—Let the rain fall where it falls.If you mustplace buckets to catch the excess rainwater—a prayer in mindfulness—do not mindif they also catchdebris, insects, extra fiber—This is the way of...

Poem of the Day: Mary Ruefle

  SAGA   Everything that ever happened to me is just hanging—crushed and sparkling—in the air, waiting to happen to you. Everything that ever happened to me happened to somebody else first. I would give you an example but they are all invisible....