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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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Lylanne Musselman

Gathering Grandma – A poem by Lylanne Musselman

Gathering Grandma

A child of the Great Depression,
grandma became an adult
who stocked up on paper towels,
toilet paper, coffee, sugar, and
flour by the pound, even
those braided multi-colored area rugs.

Her upstairs bedrooms,
once occupied by her two children,
became overrun with piles of
those items – on the beds, under
the beds, on dressers, in dresser
drawers and mounds scattered
all around the hardwood floors.

Never missing a sale, she couldn’t
have used all she hoarded
if she lived 100 years.
We used to tease her
about her cluttered upstairs collection,

us grandchildren, at her house, taught
to use toilet paper sparingly,
unless in public bathrooms, where we always
were to cover up those unsanitary seats,
to ration paper towel squares to dry
our grabby hands, to re-use
small Dixie Cups, our initials
marked on the bottoms,
until they were pulp.

 

 

About the Poet:
Lylanne Musselman is an award winning poet, playwright, and artist, living in Indianapolis, IN. Her work has appeared in Pank, Flying Island, Poetry Breakfast, The New Verse News, Ekphrastic Review, and Rat’s Ass Review, among others, and many anthologies.  In addition, Musselman has twice been a Pushcart Nominee. She is the author of three chapbooks, with a fourth forthcoming, Weathering Under the Cat, from Finishing Line Press. She also co-authored Company of Women: New and Selected Poems (Chatter House Press, 2013).

 

 

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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April in Indiana – A poem by Lylanne Musselman

April in Indiana

Squall clouds romp and rumble east,
flashing memories of the root cellar

located in my grandparent’s back yard.
An underground bunker born out of fright

from Palm Sunday tornadoes in 1965.
I remember the static on our transistor radio:

Petulia Clark’s “Downtown” voice interrupted
by constant bleeps of tornado warnings,

appropriately, “Down in the Boondocks” broke in
as we descended into that damp root cellar,

birthing its own fright: water rushing in ankle deep,
flooding a tunnel that echoed a dank and dark tomb,

us dodging camel crickets that leapt sideways off walls;
overhead, daddy longlegs dropped and dangled,

and brooding thunder thumped the ground,
expelling uneasy gasps into the electric air.

 

 

About the Poet:
Lylanne Musselman is an award winning poet, playwright, and artist, living in Indianapolis, IN. Her work has appeared in Pank, Flying Island, Poetry Breakfast, The New Verse News, Ekphrastic Review, and Rat’s Ass Review, among others, and many anthologies.  In addition, Musselman has twice been a Pushcart Nominee. She is the author of three chapbooks, with a fourth forthcoming, Weathering Under the Cat, from Finishing Line Press. She also co-authored Company of Women: New and Selected Poems (Chatter House Press, 2013).

 

 

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.

Stuck In “The Office” – A Poem by Lylanne Musselman

Stuck In “The Office”

The office is where
my young cousins and I
were shooed off to
whenever the restaurant
got too busy on a weekend
night after a ball game
that brought in hoards
of youth…not much older
than we were…for pizza
and pop, sometimes
the works of everything
out of the fountain, called
a “suicide.”

If we were not sent to
that office, we could get
run down by the teens
pouring into the hottest
restaurant in town, or
burnt by the busy pizza
paddles lifting those pies
in and out of the huge Bunn
ovens, or we could accidentally
trip a waitress carrying
trays full of drinks to
thirsty athletes or cheerleaders.

We always wanted
to be part of the action,
inside that office we could
hear the roar of voices,
the laughter, the excitement
of a world going on without us.
I wonder if that’s why
the appeal of being holed up
in an office as an adult seems
more like a prison than a
place that I really want to be.

 

 

About the Poet:
Lylanne Musselman is an award winning poet, playwright, and artist. Her work has appeared in Pank, Flying Island, The New Verse News, The Rusty Nail, So it Goes, Issue 3, among others, and many anthologies. Musselman is the author of three chapbooks, and she co-authored Company of Women: New and Selected Poems (Chatter House Press, 2013). Presently, she teaches writing at IUPUI, Ivy Tech Community College, and American National University.

 

Photo by Rudy and Peter SkitteriansRudy and Peter Skitterians.

 

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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