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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.

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Poetry Breakfast’s Nominations for the 2017 Best of the Net

After carefully reviewing all the delicious poems we’ve served up this past year, our decisions are in.

We’re happy to present Poetry Breakfast’s nominations for the 2017 Best of the Net.

this is how you remember high school By Archita Mittra

“Yume Wo Katare” (Tell your dream) By Marjorie Thomsen

Clean Your Room (a conversation with Mental Illness) By Lisa Zaran

Fractured Peonies By Belinda Subraman

I Fumbled in the Darkness for My Wings  By Carolyn Adams

Seashell By Kristen Zory King

Congratulations and the best of luck with your nominations!

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Poetry Breakfast Is Now Accepting Poetry Submissions

After a brief break for the summer, Poetry Breakfast is now open to poetry submissions again.

Visit our Submission Guidelines page for details.

We’re all very hungry here.  The table’s been empty for a while.  But beginning October 2nd, 2017 we will be serving up a delicious poem every morning again.  In order to have something to put on the table in October, we need your poetry submissions now.

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Toukokuu – A Poem by Gerry Stewart

Toukokuu
(Finnish for May – sowing moon)

This gamble –
a seed thrown down
on warming soil.
Surrender the weight of hope
into the season’s fickle hands.

Each cycle I am found hollow,
ringing beneath the wide sky.

Chittering greedy birds
begging the question
of when to draw a line.
To leave the field fallow,
allow weeds and rain
to run rampant.
Replenish the earth
or abandon all enterprise.

At day’s opening notes,
I walk the furrow,
press earth into the soles of my feet,
until it accepts my weight.
My hand lifts to the clouds
hiding the divine from my sight.

The grain spins free.

 

 

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.

Poetry Breakfast Spring and Summer Break

We love serving up a delicious new poem every morning for breakfast.  However, we’ve added so much to our plate that we just can’t keep up with it all.  This past March we opened the Poetry and Arts Barn in New Egypt, NJ.  It’s an exciting adventure and one that will keep us crazy busy all spring and summer, from running workshops, hosting readings, curating locally made crafts and art to sell, and so much more.

To make sure we can keep up with it all, Poetry Breakfast will be on hiatus until the end of the summer.  Come fall, it’ll be a little chillier at the barn and things will slow down there which will give us the chance to start serving up a nice warm poetry breakfast each morning through the fall and winter months.

In the meantime, poetry submissions are closed.  We’ll announce late in the summer when they will reopen.

And if you happen to be in NJ, we’d love to see you at the barn.  You can find us at The Poetry and Arts Barn, Building #43, 933 Monmouth Rd., Cream Ridge, NJ 08514.

Fairy Tale – A Poem by Karen Bingham Pape

Fairy Tale

If Rumpelstiltskin
appeared from straw
and demanded my first born
he would have to take
the poem that went
south one winter day
when my love told me
it didn’t make sense:
there’s sense
and nonsense I’d say,
staring the little man down:
I would win
having learned
the hard way
not to go giving
pieces of myself
to every gnome
who comes along
pointing his finger
stamping his feet

 

 

About the Poet:
Karen Bingham Pape is a teacher and writer. Her poems have appeared in small press publications such as Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review and Maverick Press and in on-line journals such as Big River Review, Red River Review, Words-Myth, bluepepper, The Artistic Muse: Pohemians, and Perigee. She has read her work at conferences such as Southwestern ACA/PCA Pop Culture, ASU Annual Writers Conferences in Honor of Elmer Kelton, and Fort Concho Literary Festival.

 

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.

Sunday Morning – A Poem by Carole Stone

Sunday Morning

I bring the New York Times
in its blue plastic bag
from the end of my driveway.
I hunt obituaries,
an article about New Jersey,
then move on to places I’ve never been —
Thailand, China, Japan, all of Africa,
images of palaces, jungles,
bombed out cities.
Today news of my own country
comes first, and my granddaughter calls
her mother weeping,
we won’t have a woman president
and how can she deal with the man
who’s been chosen?
Last night I dreamed the new President
stalked me.
Night before, Russian mobsters,
guns in their holsters, wolfed down blini,
gulped vodka, sat by my bed.
I put aside my newspaper.
“The day is like wide water, without sound.”

 

 

About the Poet:
Distinguished Professor of English and creative writing, emerita, Montclair State University, Carole Stone’s most recent poetry collection is LATE, Turning Point, 2016. HURT, THE SHADOW, Dos Madres Press, was published in 2013, and AMERICAN RHAPSODY in 2012. Her recent poems have been published in Slab, Exit 13, Cavewall, Adanna and Bellevue Literary Review. She divides her time between Springs, East Hampton and Verona, New Jersey.

 

 

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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