Poem: My Father’s Lunch

My Father’s Lunch by Eri­ca Funkhouser Sat­ur­day after­noon, he’d sit at the kitchen table in khakis and a work­shirt. White nap­kin, a beer, the ser­rat­ed knife. Pieces of pro­sciut­to or head­cheese or kip­pered her­ring lay­ered on slabs of black bread. Out­side, the…

Poem: Twelve Facts About the Immigrants

Twelve Facts About the Immi­grants: A Prose Poem by Carmine Sar­ra­ci­no, from The Idea of the Ordi­nary They were not Ital­iani, but rather Cal­abre­si, Sicil­iani, Napoli­tani, Abruzze­si and would remain so until they died in places like Prov­i­dence, Rhode Island and…

Poem: Any Prince to Any Princess

Any prince to any princess by Adri­an Hen­ri August is com­ing and the goose, I’m afraid, is get­ting fat. There have been no gold­en eggs for some months now. Straw has fall­en well below mar­ket price despite my fran­tic spin­ning and the sedge is, as…

Poem: New Every Morning

New Every Morn­ing by Susan Coolidge Every morn­ing is a fresh begin­ning, Lis­ten my soul to the glad refrain. And, spite of old sor­rows And old­er sin­ning, Trou­bles fore­cast­ed And pos­si­ble pain, Take heart with the day and begin again. Cur­rent Mood:…

Poem: Books

“Books” by Bil­ly Collins, from Sail­ing Alone Around the Room From the heart of this dark, evac­u­at­ed cam­pus I can hear the library hum­ming in the night, a choir of authors mur­mur­ing inside their books along the unlit, alpha­bet­i­cal shelves, Gio­van­ni Pon­tano next…

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