Poetry Breakfast

Serving 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 book reviews to feed poets' and poetry lovers' souls.


All Poems

The Nepalese Man – A Poem by Shalom Galve Aranas

The Nepalese Man
by Shalom Galve Aranas

And you said Nepal
your home, is beautiful,
And I replied: the nature
in you.
This love is slow,
limpid and warm.
I take my time
for you
to come home
to the temples
inside me.


About the Poet:  Shalom Galve Aranas has been published in The Blue NIb, Former People, Written Tales and elsewhere. She is a loving, single mother of two.

Book Review: “What You Saw and Still Remember” by Judith Waller Carroll

Cvr_WhatYouSaw_bookstoreOpening What You Saw and Still Remember is like opening a door that leads away from the news, political debates, from the entanglement of technology and to a quiet garden.  It looks at nature with clear eyes.  It does not judge nor rage nor cry.  It sits peacefully and embraces the beauty around us that is so easily forgotten.

The title is almost misleading.  In our busy digital age, the book actually speaks of those things we rarely notice and of what we have almost forgotten.

If you need to step out of chaos and just let the world be its perfect self for a while, then What You Saw and Still Remember can take you there.  You’ll see and smell and feel with all your senses the beauty nature gives us.

Here are two poems from What You Saw and Still Remember:


The deer are in disgrace again
for leaping thee back fence
and devouring the lilies.

How can we blame them
when such shameless colors
taunt and tease.

The azaleas are a pale-purple sea.
I want to dive in
with all my senses.

Even the homely wren transforms
from brown to golden as he teakettles merrily
to anyone who will listen.

Let others write in gritty words
their lessons of hopelessness
and heartache. I am content

with the silken language
of a cobweb, the airy balance
of butterfly and birdsong.

Dimensions of the Heart

A blue whale’s heart
is the size of a male gorilla,
but human hearts are measured
in more fanciful terms:
as big as Texas, hard as stone.
Soft. Sinking. Restless.

My own fickle heart
craves solitude in a crowd,
company when I’m alone.

All those years by the ocean
and it only wanted mountains,
the smell of blue spruce.
Now it yearns for salt spray and sea weed.
A mild winter. Fresh crab.

Or maybe those whispers of longing
really come from the soul—
that immeasurable space
somewhere between the mind,
with its reason and logic,
and the hollow muscular organ
pumping blood through the body,
oxygen to the brain.


ISBN: 978-1-59948-646-8
72 pages
Available at Main Street Rag Publishing


About the Poet:

Judith Waller Carroll is the author of The Consolation of Roses, winner of the 2015 Astounding Beauty Ruffian Press Poetry Prize, and Walking in Early September (Finishing Line Press).  Her work appears in numerous journals and anthologies and has been nominated for Best of the Net. Awards include the 2010 Carducci Poetry Prize from Tallahassee Writers’ Association. She lives in the Ouachita Mountains of Arkansas with her husband, the novelist Jerry Jay Carroll.



“Judith Waller Carroll is a perceptive observer of both the human and nonhuman worlds. She is also a master of the brief lyric poem. Her precise images take hold and settle until the poem’s close, when they stab and sizzle. What You Saw and Still Remember could be labeled poetry of place, as long as places within the human heart are included. Carroll’s finely wrought poems seize our own hearts and do not let go.” –Andrea Hollander, author of Landscape with Female Figure: New & Selected Poems, 1982 – 2012

“This book reads like the comfort of a soft rain and then the sun breaking out after. Carroll’s poems are filled with keen observations of everyday nature and the intricacies of human relationships. They remind their audience, gently, to savor the minutia of each day. Contemplative and intimate, this work, like all good poetry, will call the reader to slow down, to read again.” –Sandy Longhorn, author of The Alchemy of My Mortal Form

Here Comes the Sun; A Bluegrass Experience – A Poem by Susan E. Gunter

Here Comes the Sun; A Bluegrass Experience
by Susan E. Gunter

A chaste sun burns off desire,
its fire warming us while coins
of light fall on the green grass.

Blue notes beat the air—
stringed kithara or mandolins—
counterpointing the sun’s beams.

Arrows of light and sound,
negative shapes, beauty of the singular—
we are turning into memory.

Only once—we come here only once,
but the sun takes the day from me
before I can write it down.


About the Poet:  Susan E. Gunter has published poems in journals here (Atlanta Review, Louisville Review, Poet Lore, Semaphore, and dozens of others) and also in England and the Balkans. She has published three books on Henry James and the James Family and she volunteers at the Marin Poetry Center.

Paleo Blues – A Poem by Randall Brett

Paleo Blues
by Randall Brett

She said I had
Paleo blue eyes –
light, the color of water
from before Fire –

Then dawn over Manhattan
greeting us
like the oldest sunrise
in history,

Where my ribs, ancient,
are stuffed in the mud
of Olduvai Gorge,
aching for excavation,

Ten Million
with ten million
more to go –

One by one
I pull my bones from the bed,
evolve them together yet again
and go walk the dog.

About the Poet:

Randall Brett lives and works in NYC with his wife and apartment-sized dog.  (The wife is, of course, regular-sized).  You can follow his blog at

The Anxiety of Influence – A Poem by Howie Good

The Anxiety of Influence
by Howie Good

A banner stretching across the building’s exterior said, What’s Shakin’. You entered through a glass door, walked down a long, dim hallway and up a set of stairs into an area with large windows. The view was constantly changing, and you weren’t always sure what you were looking at or how it was happening. Jack Kerouac berated you for your perceived lack of cool. William Burroughs wouldn’t remove his hat. If you were going to stop in somewhere, this wasn’t the best place. Many years would pass before anyone would realize that among the 20 most common passwords is “trustno1.”


About the Poet:

Howie Good is the author of The Titanic Sails at Dawn (Alien Buddha Press, 2019) and co-edits the journals UnLost and Unbroken.

The meaning of life – A Poem by Mikels Skele

The meaning of life
by Mikels Skele

It’s the bigness of clouds that gets me,
Great, relentless, unraveling bolls
Searching the smear of life beneath.

“We call this the Hydrogen Dance;
The clouds are coaxing Carbon from below.
When they find it, they will weep with joy.”

I sit, mouth agape, and wonder when they’ll find me.

Inspired by the assertation that “the purpose of life is to hydrogenate carbon dioxide.”

About the Poet:

Mikels Skele, having retired from archaeology, spends his time writing poetry, essays and short stories.  He maintains two blogs, Exiles Child ( for poetry, and Omniop ( for prose. His poetry was regularly featured in VerseWrights.

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