The Poems are in The Soil Beneath the rocks and broken brick Below the fossils of cat bones They are there Fertilizing the ground Adding phosphorus and calcium Mulching through the earthworms I am full of distractions So I must... Continue Reading →
Ritual Breakfast – cooking eggs. Sleepy eyed, an attack of the mundane yawns. Burnt toast! Where did the paper go? The cat looks up and meows. Misplaced glasses, jangling keys, same crossword puzzles everyday. Open the window to let the... Continue Reading →
Roadmap Read the leaves, truth sayer. Oh Oracle of Delphi, read the bones. Hear stories of women and family. Nature observation paves my way to personal understanding. I talk to wildflowers in the garden that overflow their boundaries and watch... Continue Reading →
Cusp of Autumn We feast on ripe watermelon slices as the hardwood floors of the old house rot beneath us, and barn cats— feral until it comes time for begging— circle the front porch. I wear my favorite dress, the... Continue Reading →
After carefully reviewing all the delicious poems we’ve served up this past year, our decisions are in. We’re happy to present Poetry Breakfast’s nominations for the 2017 Best of the Net. this is how you remember high school By Archita... Continue Reading →
Toukokuu (Finnish for May - sowing moon) This gamble - a seed thrown down on warming soil. Surrender the weight of hope into the season’s fickle hands. Each cycle I am found hollow, ringing beneath the wide sky. Chittering greedy... Continue Reading →
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