Joanie McLean's poetry collection Every Single Thing offers an alternative parsing of our torn planet and our embattled culture. These poems consider the daily comings and goings on a modest farm in the southeastern Piedmont: the domestic as well as the wild animals, the trees and meadow grasses, and the people. All are of equal and vital sentience in McLean's world. Pain and death are here, yet ecstasy abounds. McLean's uncanny eye for the natural world is informed by her formal training and 30 years' experience as an ecologist. Her insights and the lessons she draws reflect her deep commitment to a Buddhist path.