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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.

Sparrows – A Poem by Gerry Stewart

Sparrows

Open, white page yawning out morning.
My notebook sidesteps any focus.

I’ve forgotten the raw taste of captured ink,
I’ve lost where the words reside
on my lips, against my eyelids.

Our black cat gazes at his watery reflection,
a palimpsest in the kitchen’s murmur.

Forgotten how to acknowledge the whirlwind
that shook poems out of me
like beating a carpet after a long winter.

Your sink laughter splashes bubbles,
you know I’m wasting time.
My poem jumps from dishes to table,
scooping up crumbs.

I’ve forgotten to give it time,
how to connect pen to paper,
to disconnect from technology.

You offer to buy me a bird book
to name our invited guests.
I begin our poem with:
Once all small birds were sparrows.

Forgotten the sound of thudding lines,
the surety of a bold hand scratching them out.

 

 

About the Poet:
Gerry Stewart is a poet, creative writing tutor and editor living in Finland. Her collection Post-Holiday Blues was published by Flambard Press, UK. Her writing blog is http://thistlewren.blogspot.fi/

 

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.

Three Women – A Poem by Mark J. Mitchell

Three Women

++++++++++++ For Phoebe
++++++++ 1.

Sylvia who taught me—
early—words were knives—
She showed me
how brittle they became
when she sharpened my
tender ear.
Whispering to me:
Vowels float like balloons.

++++++++ 2.

Denise said: Taste!
And she meant it.
She spun words
into tough and delicate webs
woven of razored sugar.
When you kiss them
too taut
her labyrinth
won’t let you see.
She left one last command:
Taste God. Now.

++++++++ 3.

And Elizabeth
dropped her words,
hard, artful, strict
as diamond breadcrumbs.
They formed paths
down structured mountains
to a perfect beach where
they perfect the mechanics
++++++++++++ of shape-shifting.

 

 

About the Poet:
Mark J. Mitchell studied writing at UC Santa Cruz under Raymond Carver, George Hitchcock and Barbara Hull. His work has appeared in various periodicals over the last thirty five years, as well as the anthologies Good Poems, American Places, Hunger Enough, Retail Woes and Line Drives. It has also been nominated for both Pushcart Prizes and The Best of the Net. He is the author of two full-length collections, Lent 1999 (Leaf Garden Press) and Soren Kierkegaard Witnesses an Execution (Local Gems) as well as two chapbooks, Three Visitors (Negative Capability Press) and Artifacts and Relics, (Folded Word). His novel, Knight Prisoner, is available from Vagabondage Press and another novel is forthcoming: The Magic War (Loose Leaves). He lives in San Francisco with his wife, the documentarian and filmmaker Joan Juster where he makes a living showing people pretty things in his city.

 

 

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.

from the porch swing – A Poem by Claretta Holsey

from the porch swing

from the porch swing, I see
people pumping past
their limits,
cars swinging like pendulum
to the extremity of
what I see as road,
sun slinging light this way
into the dry street,
clouds swinging shade away
from the fawning trees.
to and from, I swing
because I heard that breeze
could tame. the rhythms
dizzy. I can’t get up from
here. the rhythms
hold, ball and chain
and ray,
wood and steel
until.

 

 

About the Poet:
Claretta Holsey is a student at Stetson University, class of 2019. She is currently a sophomore, majoring in English and minoring in Creative Writing and French. Though she pursues these studies in Florida, her home will always be Georgia. Her work is influenced by the timbres of jazz and Pentecostal psalms.

 

 

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.

Carpenter Sunrise – A Poem by Joe Cottonwood

Carpenter Sunrise

From my window I see
branches dripping
gray fog.
I face a long day
heaving heavy boards,
testing
my brittle back,
glasses wet
with sweat,
porcupine fingers
bristling splinters,
shaping lumber
with a clear heart.
+++++++ Carpenter, carpenter, what do you say?
+++++++ Cut wood all day,
+++++++ bring home the pay:
+++++++ a pocketful of sawdust.
With strange joy
I can’t wait
to begin.

 

 

About the Poet:
Joe Cottonwood has worked as a carpenter, plumber, and electrician for most of his life. Nights, he writes. His most recent book is 99 Jobs: Blood, Sweat, and Houses.
joecottonwood.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.

April in Indiana – A poem by Lylanne Musselman

April in Indiana

Squall clouds romp and rumble east,
flashing memories of the root cellar

located in my grandparent’s back yard.
An underground bunker born out of fright

from Palm Sunday tornadoes in 1965.
I remember the static on our transistor radio:

Petulia Clark’s “Downtown” voice interrupted
by constant bleeps of tornado warnings,

appropriately, “Down in the Boondocks” broke in
as we descended into that damp root cellar,

birthing its own fright: water rushing in ankle deep,
flooding a tunnel that echoed a dank and dark tomb,

us dodging camel crickets that leapt sideways off walls;
overhead, daddy longlegs dropped and dangled,

and brooding thunder thumped the ground,
expelling uneasy gasps into the electric air.

 

 

About the Poet:
Lylanne Musselman is an award winning poet, playwright, and artist, living in Indianapolis, IN. Her work has appeared in Pank, Flying Island, Poetry Breakfast, The New Verse News, Ekphrastic Review, and Rat’s Ass Review, among others, and many anthologies.  In addition, Musselman has twice been a Pushcart Nominee. She is the author of three chapbooks, with a fourth forthcoming, Weathering Under the Cat, from Finishing Line Press. She also co-authored Company of Women: New and Selected Poems (Chatter House Press, 2013).

 

 

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 Joy – A Poem by Tom Montag

Morning Joy

The sudden birds
of morning,
then the light

and the distant
line of horizon,
knife-edge

of the world.
The air is keen
with rustling.

I hold this,
I hold all this,
saying Yes.

 

 

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.

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