We are a new company built, essentially, on the Old World ethos of my grandmother:

                        Make it from scratch… and with loving care.

Her name was Domenica,— “Sunday” in Italian— and for whom our company is named. This was done not only to
honor her, but by extension, all the hardworking emigrants who came to America with little more than a dream, and
left in its place a legacy; one so rich and with many stories to tell.

Our logo incorporates a line drawing translation of the Edward Hopper painting, Early Sunday Morning. It is not only a
kind of play on our name, but suggests a certain poetic sensibility, in itself. Perhaps, something along the lines of…

                        A quiet moment on a day of rest
                                before the world has awakened
                        to reflect on all the good hard work
                        that has been done thus far.

And indeed, poetry is the foundation and the initial raison d’etre for this company. I wanted to publish some of the
poetry I had written in the dozen years or so since ’91, when at the age of 46, I had written my first poem. The
inspiration had come from watching our six year old daughter, toting her cumbersome backpack, in the short walk
from the car to her class…one early Monday morning, if you will.

But I also wanted a kind of book of poems, that I had never really seen before.

Most poetry is written for other poets…not other people. Sad but true. And often in a mind numbing format of “poem-
after-poem” in similar: length, style, tone and subject matter.

While the result may be of high literary value, and perhaps praised in academic circles, it is often daunting to the
more general and yet intelligent reader. And in the course of its typical 80 page run, the book will invariably be
unaccompanied by any illustration or sense of graphic design, along the way. As if to do so would somehow diminish
the poetry itself.

With my first collection of poems— Shots From A Passing Car— coming from a place 180° from that which was just
described, I felt it would be tough to find a publisher to “make” my kind of book. So I did what my grandmother
would do. I made it from scratch… and with loving care. I got the book, I not only wanted, but needed. And in so
doing… a company was born.

So going forward, and to paraphrase a line from Emma Lazarus’ famous poem:

                        Give me your tired, your poor,
                        Your huddled manuscripts yearning to breathe free

Publisher and Editor: Domenica Press


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