I have a terrible confession to make. Maurice Manning's newest book came out last April, and I still haven't gotten my hands on it. How could this happen? He's one of the only contemporary poets I actively follow!
Well, I am waiting no more. My reading backlog will have me covered for the next month or two (I still have Anne Carson's latest to digest), but I hope to get my hands on that Maurice Manning book very soon. In the meantime, here's one of his poems that came out in Poetry magazine a couple years ago. I quite like the funny little ending. Enjoy!
Sad and Alone, by Maurice Manning