Featured Poem


My Daughter’s New Life

by Gary Metras

My daughter sits next to me

on the couch. Her couch.

We are surrounded by

her walls, her photographs,

the wedding, the honeymoon

sunset over the beach of St. Croix,

all lovingly displayed

on those light chocolate walls.

Between us only inches

of air and the invisible

wall of my embarrassment.

She is feeding the baby.

I hear her daughter slurping

my daughter’s breast.

I’m staring straight

at the television, where some

show plays, but I’m just

sitting on the couch,

awkwardly smiling.