Allowing for Poetry on a Sunday Morning, Ending up in Afghanistan
This past Sunday morning, the one with an hour less and two cups of coffee more, I picked up the June 2013 issue of Poetry magazine. This is how reading poetry often works in my life. I show up whenever I can and pull published work from the Poetry pile that lies stacked like tiny white doors on my kitchen floor or from a collection of works in a basket next to the sofa. The poetry written by others lives when we allow it to. On this morning, my random choice of back issues l