I know it comes as a shock. But Poetry Breakfast has come to its final end.
There comes a time for all things to pass. I’ve taken breaks and put the journal on hiatus before. But I know now, it is time for me to permanently move on.
I’ve been honored to receive your poetry submissions and I am humbled to know that you let Poetry Breakfast be the journal through which you shared your work with the world.
Poetry Breakfast will remain online with the poems archived for as long as I can afford to keep the site up.
I want to thank Sarah Russell for ending our journey on the perfect note. The last post was a review of her book I lost summer somewhere. In that review the final poem to grace Poetry Breakfast appeared. That poem, by Sarah Russell, is called “The Cottage” and its last lines are:
“Afterwards, I tidy up, wipe away
drops spilled in the pouring. I save
the leftovers though they’re getting stale.
I may crumble them on the porch rail
tomorrow for sparrows
before I garden.”
The words bring tears to my eyes, thinking of cleaning up our morning coffee cups and crumbs. And knowing it is time now for me to find a new garden to grow.
Thank you to everyone. We had a good long run. The kitchen is permanently closed. Go tend to your gardens now. Grow.