Proscenium Arch Critique of Little Errors The Little I Saw of Cuba Concerning Essential Existence Thirsty River Map The Appointment One Day Parallelogram Ulysses The World as I Left It Abundanza August Stars In the Office of the Therapist I Behold the Extinguished Guests The Feast Japanese Bloodgod Spanish Ship Intermittence Indigo Bunting Autumn Poem Italics Mine The Aspirant The Nutshell Zettle Do Not Disturb Weep, Harebell Analysis of Roses as Sentimental as Despair By the Way A Dainty Question Blank Faces On Continuously Remaining Collected Like a Daffodil Go Verbatim Department of Poetic Medicine Wonderment A Sleep Explodes It A Phantom Ball The Great Loneliness Not Even a Feather Cliff Notes Minor Ninth Chord where Letters Go Maybe Penciled Agnes Oh Myrtie Cold Dark Matter Blue Extremis Altogether More Serene The Night of Time Blue Handkerchief Female Ruin Search Party Fifteen Myths A Hero of Our Time Tour de France Trumpeter My Life as a Farmer Trailer Cardamon Buds From Here to Eternity Overcast Magnificat Why I Am Not a Good Kisser A Poem by Mary Ruefle Daily Reminder
"Darkness tempered by a passion for life so full it sometimes seems to shock the writer herself. "
"I read Mary Ruefle. I frown. Look out the window. Read more Ruefle. Rub my eyes. Stare into space. More Ruefle. There is an emerald in the dark storage compartment. I blink. Breathe. Back to the poem. Life has deepened."