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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.

An Ode to Baba – A Poem by Poornima Laxmeshwar

An Ode to Baba

Ever since the streams coiled back,
A tongue twisted with time
Baring the stones that made you
Marking your strength
The red soil stares in the eye of life
Never letting it win
Never sparing even a breath
Baba
I hear your heart
It has never been different from mine
Though silence has now built a wall
Perfect in symmetry or square
I hear you scorning
To lay at the mercy of the dark
The tubes grow out of your nostrils
You look wild as a tree
But your hands have held the clouds
They even know the taste of the dust
Baba
Before the dusk breaks me
Into an absence
Before I slip into
My own unknown
Before and as ever before
Just be
You know I still haven’t learnt
How to end something

About the Poet: Poornima Laxmeshwar resides in the garden city Bangalore and works as a content writer for a living.

 

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Winter Garden – A Poem by Ann Christine Tabaka

Winter Garden

Saturday morning, silence
broken only by the wren’s
scolding trill. Cherry blossoms
bloom no more. Ice stares down
the last ray of hope.

Trees shake off day old snow
from barren limbs. Winter garden
dry, brown, dead, but not dead,
merely asleep. Hibernation mode.

The snow!
The feel!
The sound!

Seasons march their pace.
They cannot be rushed.
Wait, we must. Rejoice
In nature’s wisdom.
There is no other path.

 

About the Poet: Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She lives in Delaware, USA. She is a published poet and artist. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are Page & Spine, The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Bindweed Magazine, The Metaworker, Raven Cage Ezine, RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, Longshot Island, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine Ann Arbor Review.

 

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What Could We Be With Wings – A Poem by Edward Lee

What Could We Be With Wings

I like to imagine
we all have wings
rising from our backs,
invisible, weightless;
none of us knowing
they are there,

and so we never use them,
even as we spend
too much of our lives
looking up at the sky,
sunlight and longing
blurring our eyes,
knowing, without knowing how,
we could be something more,

so much more.

 

 

About the Poet:  Edward Lee’s poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen and Smiths Knoll.  His debut poetry collection “Playing Poohsticks On Ha’Penny Bridge” was published in 2010. He is currently working towards a second collection.

 

 

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Directions to My Muse – A Poem by Sarah Dickenson Snyder

Directions to My Muse

Undo the four screws
on the plastic back

of the transistor radio.
Lift off the square with care.

Let the tiny people blossom
in the cup of your palm.

Hold the music, its weight—
write what you see,

It isn’t about writing—
it’s about opening, knowing.

 

 

This poem also appears in Sarah Dickenson Snyder’s chapbook, Notes From a Nomad.

 

 

About the Poet: Sarah Dickenson Snyder has two poetry collections, The Human Contract and Notes from a Nomad. Recent work will appear or has been in The Comstock Review, Damfino Press, The Main Street Rag, Chautauqua Literary Magazine, RHINO, The Sewanee Review, Front Porch, and Whale Road Review.   https://sarahdickensonsnyder.com/

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Drawing Project – A Poem by Cathryn Shea

Drawing Project

If you could be a silhouette,
a fickle stranger,
a lonely outline of yourself.
A conversation the pencil has
with the thin lines of your shape.
You’ve been taught to bless your body
as the soul’s vessel,
recite in Latin without knowing
the meaning of the chants.
Is your life like the married couple
fighting over directions to the party?
The map is in her lap and he
refuses to stop and look at it.
You drive on and on,
it gets dark,
you run out of gas,
and your family and friends are so sorry
you missed such a great time.

 

This poem also appears in It’s Raining Lullabies by Cathryn Shea.

 

About the Poet:  Cathryn Shea’s poetry has been nominated for Sundress Publication’s Best of the Net 2017 and recently appears in Cheat River Review, Gargoyle, Permafrost, Rust + Moth, Tinderbox, and elsewhere. Cathryn’s second chapbook, It’s Raining Lullabies, is from dancing girl press in 2017. She has poems in 2017 anthologies Luminous Echos by Into The Void, and The New English Verse by Cyberwit.net. Cathryn serves with the editorial staff for Marin Poetry Center. She lives in Fairfax, CA. See www.cathrynshea.com and @cathy_shea on Twitter.

 

 

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Ruminating – A Poem by David Hanlon

Ruminating

I take a hammer to it:
my lifestyle

a giant rock
into bite-sized pieces,

for every choice
there is a sacrifice.

I throw them in
my mouth in pairs,

taste their flavours compete
over my flattened tongue.

I crunch; chew them over
until there is nothing left

but my broken teeth still
grinding against each other.

 

About the Poet:  David Hanlon is from Cardiff, Wales, and currently living in Bristol, England. He has a BA in Film Studies & is training part-time as a counsellor/therapist.You can find his work online at Ink, Sweat & Tears, Fourth & Sycamore, One Sentence Poems, Anti-Heroin Chic, Red Eft Review; & forthcoming at Calamus Journal & Déraciné Magazine.

 

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