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Poetry Breakfast

Beginning March 20th, 2016 Poetry Breakfast will once again serve a little poetic nourishment every morning. Start your day with our new expanded menu. Poems, of course, are our specialty. But we will also be serving a fuller menu that includes poetry related creative non-fiction such as letters to and from poets, essays on poetry, and anything else that might feed a poet and poetry lover’s soul.

Magic – A Poem by Max Reif

Magic

It must be some kind of sorcery,
how we all dip into
the same alphabet-palette
of 26 letters,
and one man comes out
with word-paintings
that create phantoms to fear,
while another’s words point to
the infinity of the gorgeous sky,
and of human possibility.

 

 

About the Poet:
Max Reif has published three books of poetry, Canticles for Meher, Every Day Music, and Journey from here to HERE. His forthcoming book of stories, Toward an Interior Sun, is being published by The Mindful Word. He has also just recorded a CD of songs, titled The Wake-Up Man. His poem, Jazz Kahuna, which appeared in POETRY BREAKFAST, has been nominated for a 2016 Best of the Net Award. He lives in the San Francisco bay area with his wife, Barbara.

 

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Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

Walls of Serenity – A Poem by Ninni Andersen

Walls of Serenity

“Take my hand”
he says pulling back
golden threads of wisdom
hanging swiftly from
an unseen ceiling

Walls of serenity
closes in on me
as I feel the soft skin
of his palm
pressing against mine

 

 

About the Poet:
Ninni Andersen is a Norwegian poet who has been living in Sweden the last 20 years.  She was born in the city of Drammen, Norway, in 1963.  She has been studying Art History, Philosophy and Social Work at the University of Umeå and the University of Linköping, Sweden.  She started writing in the early 90ties in Norwegian, but has since then also been writing poetry in Swedish and in English.  During a few years she was part of the poetry group Jordens Poeter (The Poets of the Earth) which arranged Open Stages for poetry in Stockholm.  Ninni Andersen has so far been self-published on the Internet at http://www.writers-network.com/index.cgi?m=1&do=profile&who=15886  and at  https://www.poeter.se/Medlem?writerId=30322

 

 

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Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

 

 

 

Another Hot One – A Poem by Sheila Wellehan

Another Hot One

The meteorologists predict another hot day
a dangerously hot one, in fact
a day they advise you to stay inside

or park yourself next to the water.
Willard Beach is jammed by 7:45 a.m.
it’s a small beach, and not as beautiful as some

but it’s close to the city and parking is free
so it fills up quickly
some days it’s so crowded

the sea softly sighs
and if you listen, you can hear the sand groaning.
This morning mothers ensure a prime spot for their broods

by staking claims with coolers, umbrellas, and beach chairs.
Runners speed by before ozone levels rise too high
outfitted with iPods and heart monitors.

Dogs sniff and run or cool off with a swim
until they’re banned for the rest of the day when 9 strikes.
A dignified rottweiler is surprised

when a tennis ball intended for another dog hits her head
but she doesn’t mind
swarms of puppies think they’ve found their lost litters.

The collie who’s hated that damn husky for years
decides he’s not so bad –
it just took him five summers of sniffing.

For thirty glorious minutes
from fifteen minutes before low tide
until fifteen minutes past

there’s really plenty of room
there’s plenty of room here for everyone.

 

 

 

About the Poet:
Sheila Wellehan’s poetry is featured or forthcoming in Chiron Review, Ekphrastic, The Fourth River, Pittsburgh Poetry Houses, Poetry East, Rat’s Ass Review, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Unrequited: An Anthology of Love Poems about Inanimate Objects, and Yellow Chair Review. She lives in Cape Elizabeth, Maine with two cats and two dogs. Visit her online at www.sheilawellehan.com.

 

Photo by Sheila Wellehan.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

The War Against the Ants – A Poem by Jane Blue

The War Against the Ants

The ants marched up from the cellar
through a crack in the bathtub caulking

twelve abreast. No wonder they’re called
an army. We sprayed poison.

What else can you do? If only we were
Zen enough to whisper, “Go. Sweethearts,

you don’t belong here.” But instead
we committed genocide. Now

a few disoriented stragglers stumble
on the basin, zig-zag and finally

turn to inert black dots. They go to the sink
to die. And I want to cry for them.

Is this how God feels?
 

About the Poet:
Jane Blue has been published widely both in print and on-line, including antholgies, books and chapbooks. recent publication includes Avatar, Panoplyzine, and the anthology Unrequited Love. A new book of poems, Blood Moon, was published by FutureCycle Press in 2014and is available on Amazon.com. She also has a memoir at Amazon, on Kindle only, My Mother and Amelia Earhart. She was born and raised in Berkeley, California but now lives near the Sacramento River.

 

Photo by Phoenix Sierra.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

Closing Time – A Poem by Sheila Wellehan

Closing Time

The last two weeks of August
feel like last call
people are frantic, in a bit of a panic
summer is rocketing by

so instead of ordering one more
Black Russian or Rusty Nail
they squeeze in one more beach trip
boat ride or barbecue.

On the sand men stand as tall as they can
thrusting out their pelvises like tusks
as they gawk at all the goddesses.
Women check their images in cellphones

reassuring themselves that their hair
and make-up are still flawless
then fuss with bathing suit tops
trying to look busty

without crossing the line into slutty.
Children vomit after too many amusement rides
their parents try not to swear
foggy days feel like tragedies.

Every day there’s a swimmer pulled from a riptide
a kayaker rescued at sea
mountains of backpacks and wallets stolen
as the lawless lock in their profits.

Traffic jams and collisions
breakdowns and break-ins
fires sparked by bonfires and marshmallow roasts gone wild
emergency trips to the hospital –

September is coming
but fall is lovely, and summer will return
so please
August responsibly.

 

About the Poet:
Sheila Wellehan’s poetry is featured or forthcoming in Chiron Review, Ekphrastic, The Fourth River, Pittsburgh Poetry Houses, Poetry East, Rat’s Ass Review, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Unrequited: An Anthology of Love Poems about Inanimate Objects, and Yellow Chair Review. She lives in Cape Elizabeth, Maine with two cats and two dogs. Visit her online at www.sheilawellehan.com.

 

Photo by Jay Mantri.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

 

 

Ennui – A Poem by K. D. Rose

Ennui

I am a wall.
I circle in
tight corners, level and square.
I have no door.

I’ve been bleeding out
all over the house.
I can walk up and down stairs
tens of times.

My powers of distraction are legendary,
but the space between my fingers is ever present.
At any moment,
small slivers.

Living life in negative space:
the arch of doorways;
empty glasses;
picture frames.

Earth is a refrigerator.
I dream of cold storage in Antartica.

It is at this moment I know I need new windows.

 

 

About the Poet:
K. D. Rose is a poet and author. Her book, Inside Sorrow, won the Readers Favorite 2013 International Silver Medal for Poetry. K.D. has poetry upcoming in Stray Branch Magazine and The Nuclear Impact Anthology. Her latest release is The Brevity of Twit. She regrets not possessing a piece of paper that says MFA but hopes you won’t hold that against her. Her favorite poets are dead or unknowns she reads in Literary magazines.

 

Photo by Quartzla.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

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