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Frank De Canio

Born and bred in New Jersey, Frank De Canio works in New York. He loves music from Bach to Dory Previn, Amy Beach to Amy Winehouse, World Music, Latin, opera. He attends a philosophy workshop on 23rd Street, New York City, and is a fan of foreign film and a student of psychoanalysis. Shakespeare is his consolation, writing his hobby. He likes Dylan Thomas, Keats, Wallace Stevens, Frost, Ginsberg, and Sylvia Plath as poets. He presently holds an Associate’s degree in liberal arts and has been published in diverse magazines in print and online.

 

Elegy for a Sole Normand

Elegy for a Sole Normand

God bless this sole.  When he was just a sprat
he defied his fishy dorsal fate
by lying on his side on the sea bed,
and still lies in that posture on my plate,
which connotes to other fishes dead.
He conquered nausea and got it right.

À la carte

À la carte

The salad’s bid farewell to muscle tone,
the soup sprawls apathetic in the dish,
the roast is spavined gristle, fat and bone,
the snickerdoodles aftertaste of fish.

The soup sprawls apathetic in the dish,
not caring whether it is slurped or sipped.
The snickerdoodles aftertaste of fish;
at least no one can call them nondescript.

Esther Greenleaf Mürer

Esther Greenleaf Mürer lives in Philadelphia.  Her poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in Drunken Boat, Unsplendid, The Umbrella, and Pemmican.

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