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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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Norman Minnick

New Horizons – A Poem by Norman Minnick

New Horizons

The New Horizons space probe is the size
of my parents’ four-poster bed.

and is speeding away from the earth
at 31,000 miles per hour.

It is almost out of fuel
and cannot slow down.

It has used the gravitational pull of Jupiter
to slingshot deeper into space.

Now it has reached Pluto
near the edge of our solar system.

It will escape our sun’s pull
and never return.

Many folks my age and older
would agree that time goes by faster

the older we get. Children are growing
at alarming rates, just as our parents foretold.

I am attending more funerals and taking
copious trips to the bathroom.

The toys I played with as a child
are in museums. Last year’s videos

appear grainy and out of sync.
When, I wonder, did I pass Jupiter?

 

 

About the Poet:
Norman Minnick’s second collection of poems is entitled Folly. He is the editor of Between Water and Song: New Poets for the Twenty-First Century (White Pine Press) and Work Toward Knowing: Beginning with Blake by Jim Watt (Kinchafoonee Creek Press).

 

 

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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My Life as a Dog – A Poem by Norman Minnick

My Life as a Dog

The first year they tied me to a tree.
It wasn’t long before I became worthless and lazy.
When a cute redhead skipped by
I forgot my sudden attachment to the tree.

The second year I found myself completely alone;
an unwanted animal, exiled from the home.
I ate the first pile of shit I could find,
peat moss, a litter of rabbits, or a dirty cast-out bone.

The third year has just begun, so it is hard to say.
I keep waiting and waiting and waiting for the day
the backdoor opens and casts a light….
They never gave me a name.

 

 

About the Poet:
Norman Minnick’s second collection of poems is entitled Folly. He is the editor of Between Water and Song: New Poets for the Twenty-First Century (White Pine Press) and Work Toward Knowing: Beginning with Blake by Jim Watt (Kinchafoonee Creek Press).

 

 

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.

Drawing Bear – A Poem by Norman Minnick

Drawing Bear

She takes up the entire page
drawing bear. Here
are the eyes, the teeth
(lots of teeth), the ears, claws
and this vast space in the middle,
his empty belly.

 

from Folly, a collection of poems by Norman Minnick.

 

About the Poet:
Norman Minnick’s second collection of poems is entitled Folly. He is the editor of Between Water and Song: New Poets for the Twenty-First Century (White Pine Press) and Work Toward Knowing: Beginning with Blake by Jim Watt (Kinchafoonee Creek Press).

 

 

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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