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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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Belinda Subraman

Two Poems by Belinda Subraman

Fractured Peonies

I became
black beans boiling
in a witch’s kettle
on an open fire

I became
nautilus swirling inward
bird as fish in the sky

when he said he loved my body
implying but not me

 

 

Cadaver

My eyes are screaming.
I have cadaver bone in my mouth.
I’m picking up signals…
radar to the ether world.
I can’t floss without disturbing
memories I never had.
My mouth aches for what it needs.
I taste earthworms and fog.
Molecules from death promote growth.
I am beside myself in awe
that I’m a bit someone else
and death lives inside me.

 

 

About the Poet:
Belinda Subraman has been writing poetry since the 6th grade and publishing since college. She had a ten year run editing and publishing Gypsy Literary Magazine. Six of those ten years was from Germany where she was a Bohemian outcast among officer wives. She edited books by Vergin’ Press, among them: Henry Miller and My Big Sur Days by Judson Crews. While in Germany she also published Sanctuary Tape Series which was a mastered compilation of audio poetry and original music from around the world.

 

Photo by Marco Massimo.

 

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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Our Nature – A Poem by Belinda Subraman

Our Nature

Run from the rain with me
not the kind that mists-
cooling kisses
or even reluctant drops
but the kind that slams and stings
awakening our bodies to wetness
seeking shelter in tangling limbs
under a mothering Mulberry tree.

 

 

About the Poet:
Belinda Subraman has been writing poetry since the 6th grade and publishing since college. She had a ten year run editing and publishing Gypsy Literary Magazine. Six of those ten years was from Germany where she was a Bohemian outcast among officer wives. She edited books by Vergin’ Press, among them: Henry Miller and My Big Sur Days by Judson Crews. While in Germany she also published Sanctuary Tape Series which was a mastered compilation of audio poetry and original music from around the world.

 

Photo by Giulia Marotta.

 

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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