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Poetry Breakfast

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.

The Well – A Poem by Aparna Sanyal

The Well

After the drought
the well fills fast.
Someday there may be birds
that sit at the edges,
sating their thirst.
They will sing sublime melodies
and moonlight will skate gently
along the borders, skim away in
laughing ripples.
It will make a million romantic metaphors.
Maidens will draw water and
lovers will look into its depths,
contemplating a happily ever after.
For now, slime fills the well;
undoes all attempts at habitation
or happy frog croaks.
Instead, the sun disappears
in its muddy embrace-
For now, the well fills and fills
Each gush leaden, each pore miasmic
The village wonders,
will there ever be cleansing
drought again?

 

 

About the Poet:  An MA from Kings College, London, Aparna Sanyal is a writer, theatre producer, and award winning furniture designer. A popular Spoken Word poet, she performs at events across venues in India. Her page poetry has appeared/ is forthcoming in Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Leaves of Ink, Anapest- The Paragon Journal, Duane’s Poetree, A Writer’s Haven blog, et al.  She lives with her 3-year-old son and husband in Pune, India.  https://www.facebook.com/aparna.upadhyayasanyal

 

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.

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Through His Lens – A Poem by Devon Balwit

Through His Lens

He frames the world through his lens, directing
his subjects this way and that, ordering one gone

completely, as if to rewrite history, you
were never here, changing whole landscapes

with a slight shift of his body, eliminating
doorframes, phone wires, fences, a shadow,

or making the world only these, zooming in
on a single feature, exaggerating its importance.

He alters the mood with the swap of a filter,
chilly to warm with no effort, no apologies,

his discretion from start to finish. All day, he edits,
his, the vision, even with no camera in sight.

 

 

About the Poet:  Devon Balwit is a poetry editor at Minute Magazine and the proud mamma of five chapbooks. Her individual poems can be found in The Cincinnati Review, Fifth Wednesday, The Stillwater Review, Red Earth Review, The Fourth River, Emrys Journal, The Carolina Quarterly, and more.

 

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.

Superior Product – A Poem by John Grey

Superior Product 

An advertising sign blares
against a backdrop of blue sky and scattered clouds,

drawing the attention of both women and men,
now suddenly convinced there is a far

superior washing powder to the one they
have been using. It’s in a box, as powerful

as the American military in the Second World War.
A grinning boy, a real boy, shining like God’s aura.

A mother with a smile so broad
like she’s just accepted

the Congressional Medal of Honor
for duties on the home front.

For just one precious moment,
in an otherwise uneventful day,

the washing comes out clean and bright
and darkens the dreams of our enemies.

 

 

About the Poet:  John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in the Tau, Studio One and Columbia Review with work upcoming in Naugatuck River Review, Examined Life Journal and Midwest Quarterly.

 

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.

One Bad Date – A Poem by Travis Laurence Naught

One Bad Date

There is an armadillo
underneath the art-house
picture frame. It’s holding
two blue slushies
and an answering machine.
No one knows how
he got there. By snooping
around where the leftover
popcorn gets thrown out
seems most likely. And why
does he have two
blue slushies? Everyone
in the theater is holding
hands with someone else
and all the seats are taken.

Maybe the little fella’s girl
had to go to the bathroom
after the last show released,
got out an alley window,
hailed a cab, went home,
told her mom all about it;
how he balled up
at the first cold touch,
how he never even looked
her in the armadillo eye,
how he’s probably still
standing there, hoping
they don’t chase him out
with the rest of the varmints
at the end of the night.

 

 

About the Poet:  Travis Laurence Naught is an author who happens to be a quadriplegic wheelchair user. His confessional style poetry has found individual publication online and in print, as well as in two full-length volumes: The Virgin Journals (ASD Publishing, 2012) and Still Journaling (e-book, 2013). His debut novel, Joyride (Black Rose Writing, 2016), is also available on the market. Check out naughtapoet.blogspot.com for more information and original writing by Travis!

 

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.

Gray Hope – A Poem by Tricia Knoll

Gray Hope

I fold back our bed sheets this morning
to match the rolls of cloud billows
sliding like pillows into the naked hot sky.

My feet slip to the tuck at the mattress
to test the cool slickness that may be rain
on a horizon of gray hope

this drought might end.

 

This poem also appears in Knoll’s collection Broadfork Farm available from The Poetry Box.  The collection features poetry about pigs, dogs, starry nights, predators and farmers on this small organic farm in Trout Lake, Washington. Knoll is a regular farmsitter on the property.

 

About the Poet:  Tricia Knoll is an Oregon poet.  She is a frequent farmsitter at a small organic farm in Trout Lake, Washington. Broadfork Farm, her collected poems from the farm, came out in July 2017. Her work appears in many journals and anthologies as well as two other collections. Website: triciaknoll.com

 

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.

Morning Poem – A Poem by Jennifer Judge

Morning Poem

In the moments before the day begins, I am alone.
Almost full moon still visible through
the narrow slit of a window in the back of the house.

Dawn breaks in an instant:
Look out one window and it’s dark,
turn to another and it’s light,
morning flooding the side yard,
instant time travel.

Wet leaves cling to everything this morning,
so much rain last night,
we had to stand outside to
watch it fall on streets flooded with lamplight.

It’s been years now since that fall day I cried
with joy because we moved in,
because we came home
to this town, the only one that
has ever felt like home.

A week ago I stood in
the acoustic room of the Martin Guitar Factory
holding one guitar by its neck
while my husband played another.

It thrummed in my hand
like a living thing,
its vibrations a call and response to the other guitar,
as though they were partners,
as though they could finish each other’s sentences,
as if one could translate for the other.

The house will wake,
I know this the way the dog knows this:
she stretches and sighs in preparation.

Feet will find their way down stairs and into kitchens
as if it is inevitable, a call and response,
the period at the end of my sentence.

 

 

About the Poet:  Jennifer Judge has taught creative writing and composition for 20 years at King’s College in Wilkes-Barre, PA.  She earned her MFA from Goddard College.  She lives in Dallas, PA with her husband and two daughters.  Her work has been published in Literary Mama, Blueline, Mothers Always Write, Schuylkill Valley Journal, Every Pigeon! and Rhino.

 

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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