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.…

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.…

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,…

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