Albert Einstein said, "Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted." It is in this vein that Sholeh Wolpe's mesmerizing memoir in verse unfolds. In this lyrical and candid work, her fifth collection of poems, Wolpe invokes the abacus as an instrument of remembering.
Sholeh Wolp's third collection of poems, is a surreal journey of sorrows and sins, of love, ghosts, and Saudi princes, of banishment inside one's own skin. Wild in its leaps and images, these poems explore personal and psychological exile from a marriage, lovers, expectations, and finally, country.
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