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.


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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.

Retyping – A Poem by Kenneth Pobo

by Kenneth Pobo

In the bottom drawer, poems
from forty years ago, paper yellowed,
under a VHS of Bette Davis in
Beyond The Forest and stashed pages
of blah stuff about old finances–

a map to a self gone vague,
like finding Instamatic photos,
people I have my arm around,

names lost. Here’s me, in a silver
disco shirt. Or me in patio shoes
and a perm.

I retype each one, meet myself,
shake hands with earlier selves
who I thought were dead
but lives again. My current self

sprawls across the couch,
Stan upstairs at his computer,
my predecessors planning something
in the kitchen.

About the Poet:

Kenneth Pobo has a new book forthcoming called The Antlantis Hit Parade (Clare Songbirds Publishing House). His work has appeared in: Nimrod, Mudfish, Glass, Philadelphia Stories, and elsewhere.

Self Portrait – A Poem by Laurie Kuntz

Self Portrait
by Laurie Kuntz

That’s me, the stick figure caught
in a cobweb.

My sparrow limbs can easily slide
out through the fragile filament,

but my fingers, stuck on sticky strands,
refuse to unclench,

and create this intricate tangle
of criss-cross gossamer.

I am both,
the spindled figure caught,

and the weaver who spins a lacey spider silk,
unable to escape and yet, comfortable

in a lattice of trapping designs.

About the Poet:

Laurie Kuntz is an award-winning poet and film producer. She taught creative writing and poetry in Japan, Thailand and the Philippines. Many of her poetic themes are a result of her working with Southeast Asian refugees for over a decade after the Vietnam War years. She has published one poetry collection (Somewhere in the Telling, Mellen Press) and two chapbooks (Simple Gestures, Texas Review Press and Women at the Onsen, Blue Light Press), as well as an ESL reader (The New Arrival, Books 1 & 2, Prentice Hall Publishers). Her poetry has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and her chapbook, Simple Gestures, won the Texas Review Poetry Chapbook  Contest. She was editor in chief of Blue Muse Magazine and a guest editor of Hunger Mountain Magazine.  She has produced documentaries on the repeal of the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell Law, and currently is producing a documentary on the peace process and reintegration of guerrilla soldiers in Colombia. She is the executive  producer of an Emmy winning short narrative film, Posthumous. Recently retired, she lives in an endless summer state of mind.

Wind – A Poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

She is the freest
of all women,
the wind.

The sound she plays
through the pinion trees
is a loud, sweeping sound,
like a great, spiny broom
cleaning away from the earth
things unnecessary.

yet she stirs the winter skies
to bring deep canyon snows today–
and then tomorrow
life-giving thunderstorms.

She makes us ask,
what is necessary?
What do we need
on our temporary trek
across the earth? Our suitcase in hand?
What is it we really want?

Only life from the wind.

About the Poet:

Ethel Mortenson Davis has published five books of poetry, I Sleep Between the Moons of New Mexico, White Ermine Across Her Shoulders, The Healer, We Breathe in Sky and Out Sky, and Under the Tail of the Milky Way Galaxy. Trained as an artist at the University of Wisconsin—Madison, her poetry is intensely visual, demonstrating the same life, color, and movement of her pastels.  Her poetry has appeared in anthologies, literary journals, and magazines.  Her artwork has been shown in a number of galleries in Wisconsin, Minnesota, and New Mexico.  She has also had individual works of art appear in different journals and magazines.

Currently a resident of Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin on the Door County peninsula, one of the writing and art centers of the Midwest United States, she publishes a blog at with her husband Thomas Davis that features poetry, artwork, photographs, and an occasional essay.

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