Lunch Break Outside the writer watches some begging birds hopping around the bakery while observing the final bite in her hand. To the birds I think I heard her say, You, too, would have a hard time sharing if you... Continue Reading →
Putting the pieces back. I will walk beside you. Fill your cracks with care. Speak your strengths, over and over until they are glue. Help you see all truly beautiful things were once broken. I will love you with abandon... Continue Reading →
I Want to be an animal that is different from the one I am. I want to peer out from glass eyes. I want to be encased in a warm amber liquid. There’s a poetry to that. There’s a Certain... Continue Reading →
Maggie in Baltimore No one knows how far you've come like a small light from the underground hostile ruminations out on the road also, I love you which is not much these days. You were hungry once and I was... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
Morning These trees are fallen and the sky fell with them. A hawk spreads one wing, then the other. Everything means something, even this. About the Poet: Tom Montag is the author of In This Place: Selected Poems... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 