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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.

I Want – A Poem by Esther Chen

I Want

to be an animal that is different from the one I am. I want
to peer out from glass eyes. I want

to be encased in a warm amber liquid. There’s a
poetry to that. There’s a

Certain kind of weight to words written in Latin. My body
lifts off the ground, light. My body

Dictates the sounds I can make with my mouth. I scream
and squawk and people are attracted for all the wrong reasons. I scream

and my mother says “what were you raised by, wolves?” I wasn’t. I hung
from a treetop and fell off and I’ve been falling ever since. Hang my

heavy bones from the ceiling, one more time. I want
to be an animal.

 

 

About the Poet:
Esther Chen is a poet pursuing her BFA in Creative Writing at the University of British Columbia. More of her work can be found on her website (estherchen.tumblr.com) and in the third upcoming issue of If And Only If.

 

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.

Maggie in Baltimore – A Poem by James Diaz

Maggie in Baltimore

No one knows how far
you’ve come
like a small light
from the underground
hostile ruminations
out on the road

also, I love you
which is not much these days.

You were hungry once
and I was a badly trained dancer
who knew how to steal
a few things here
a few things there

jumped the fence
just to hand you a plastic flower,
a cemetery flower-
you blinked twice
and the fog rolled in.

 

 

About the Poet:
James Diaz is the founding editor of the literary arts & music journal Anti-Heroin Chic. His work has appeared most recently in HIV Here & Now, Foliate Oak, Chronogram, and Psaltery & Lyre. His first book of poems, This Someone I Call Stranger, is forthcoming from Indolent Books (2017.)

 

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.

My Life as a Dog – A Poem by Norman Minnick

My Life as a Dog

The first year they tied me to a tree.
It wasn’t long before I became worthless and lazy.
When a cute redhead skipped by
I forgot my sudden attachment to the tree.

The second year I found myself completely alone;
an unwanted animal, exiled from the home.
I ate the first pile of shit I could find,
peat moss, a litter of rabbits, or a dirty cast-out bone.

The third year has just begun, so it is hard to say.
I keep waiting and waiting and waiting for the day
the backdoor opens and casts a light….
They never gave me a name.

 

 

About the Poet:
Norman Minnick’s second collection of poems is entitled Folly. He is the editor of Between Water and Song: New Poets for the Twenty-First Century (White Pine Press) and Work Toward Knowing: Beginning with Blake by Jim Watt (Kinchafoonee Creek Press).

 

 

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.

Morning – A Poem by Tom Montag

Morning

These trees
are fallen

and the sky
fell with them.

A hawk spreads
one wing, then

the other.
Everything

means something,
even this.

 

 

About the Poet:
Tom Montag is the author of In This Place: Selected Poems 1982-2013, This Wrecked World, and The Miles No One Wants. He has been a featured poet at Atticus Review, Contemporary American Voices, Houseboat, and Basil O’Flaherty Review, and received Pushcart Prize nominations from Provo Canyon Review, Blue Heron Review, and The Lake.

 

 

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.

On Evening Walks – A Poem by Matthew David Manning

On Evening Walks

Every night my way home takes me
past houses running the dryer,
blowing warm laundry sheet smell
into the calm night. Most scents
exist in any state and can be bought
in small boxes with pictures of bears
or clotheslines in the mountains
anchored by a magical force
holding sheets in the clean wind.
There is one other smell of dry clothes
that I believe is better than the others.
We make it right here in Kansas
when children begin to quiet down,
and mothers stand by the screen door
with their mouths close to the bug guard
blowing cigarette smoke. I smell
their burdens leaving and sense
those tough moments kaleidoscope
into smaller pieces over the town.

 

 

About the Poet:
Matthew David Manning is an English instructor at Pittsburg State University (PSU) in the Intensive English Program. Matthew holds degrees in creative writing from Arizona State University and PSU. His poetry has appeared various publications including I-70 Review, Red Paint Hill, Rust + Moth, Kansas Time + Place, and Chiron Review. Website: www.mattwritenow.com

 

 

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.

Night Drive – A Poem by Sheila Wellehan

Night Drive

When we felt the sun sink
into Smuggler’s Cove

we met dead pirates plotting
and for treasure we dove.

When we smelled stars in the sky
above Joy Valley Street

we devoured cakes made of laughter
then floated higher than trees.

When we heard the moon rise
over Monastery Lane

the monks whispered a secret
how to talk to the rain.

 

 

About the Poet:
Sheila Wellehan’s poetry is featured in Chiron Review, The Fourth River, Off the Coast, Poetry East, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, and elsewhere. She lives in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. Visit her online at www.sheilawellehan.com .

 

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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