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Almost every poem in Matthew Zapruder’s third book, Come On All You Ghosts (a statement that is both joke and plea) starts with the word today or implies it with a declaration involving an observation almost generic in sound and meaning: “Today a ladybug flew through the window. I was reading” “Today in El Paso all the planes are asleep on the runway….” “I woke this morning to the sound of a little voice” “Sometime around 11 p.m. the you I was thinking of” “Today I read about the factory” “This morning I rode my gray metal bike” “Today I have the feeling that no matter” “Today I am going to pick you up at the beige airport” Of course, that recurring intention of today gets predictable after a while, but Zapruder uses it to compose poems that sound like what the love child of John Ashbery and Frank O’Hara [...]