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.


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Kill Your Darlings – A Poem by Kirsty A. Niven

Kill Your Darlings
by Kirsty A. Niven

The page rejects my words,
aborting them from papery wombs,
spilling them onto the floor.

Their inky fingers claw at the air,
begging to be saved, to survive;
pointing out that I’m to blame.

Malformed and disjointed,
I couldn’t nurture them properly
in such a hostile environment.

I try, in vain, to resuscitate them;
the pen puffing more oxygen
into their iambic lungs.

The darling words die.



About the Poet:  Kirsty A. Niven lives in Dundee, Scotland. Her writing has appeared in anthologies such as Landfall, A Prince Tribute and Of Burgers and Barrooms. She has also featured in several journals and magazines, including The Dawntreader, Cicada Magazine, Dundee Writes and Word Fountain. Kirsty’s work can also be found online on sites such as Cultured Vultures, Atrium Poetry and Nine Muses Poetry.

Unwanting – A Poem by Rupert Loydell

By Rupert Loydell

I carried the doll’s house from the junk shop
along the promenade to where I’d parked.
You have to rescue what you can or make do
with cardboard versions of boats, treehouses
and camper vans. It is hard to let things go,
to turn them out, easier if you can sell
and top up bank accounts. My car is full
of toy rabbits, a doll’s pushchair, and bears
with their own clothes. We’ve tried boot fairs
and adverts in the paper; now charity shops call.
Someone else will find a bargain, love them,
pass them on, and we will fill the space with
something else we do not need but have found
cheap and for a moment desired. It is hard to
unwant things, to be content, to say goodbye.


About the Poet: Rupert Loydell is Senior Lecturer in English with Creative Writing at Falmouth University, the editor of Stride magazine, and a contributing editor to International Times. He is the author of many collections of poetry, including Dear Mary, The Return of the Man Who Has Everything, Wildlife and Ballads of the Alone, all published by Shearsman Books. He edited Smartarse and co-edited Yesterday’s Music Today for Knives Forks & Spoons Press, From Hepworth’s Garden Out: poems about painters and St. Ives for Shearsman, and Troubles Swapped for Something Fresh, an anthology of manifestos and unmanifestos, for Salt. He lives with his family in a creekside village in Cornwall.

I’d like to think (October 14, 1995) – A Poem by Marietta Calvanico

I’d like to think (October 14, 1995)
by Marietta Calvanico

Your scent is
in my hair
(or maybe in my mind)
clouding that grey territory
of things said/unsaid

maybe it doesn’t matter
if the moment was left silent
maybe it’s all the same
whether through words or touch
or some other-worldly sense

we are locked in this present
it’s like a train pulling away
as we run down the stairs
getting there just in time
to see its lights
disappear into the tunnel


About the Poet: Marietta Calvanico lives in Staten Island, NY. After spending a bit more than two decades in advertising/marketing, she now works with her architect husband and has been able to devote more time to writing, art and music. Her poetry, short fiction and non-fiction have appeared in print and in on-line publications including The Bare Root Review, OccuPoetry, Dying Dahlia, River Poets, The Driftwood Review, damselfly press, Straight Forward Poetry, Bond Street Review and others.

The Nepalese Man – A Poem by Shalom Galve Aranas

The Nepalese Man
by Shalom Galve Aranas

And you said Nepal
your home, is beautiful,
And I replied: the nature
in you.
This love is slow,
limpid and warm.
I take my time
for you
to come home
to the temples
inside me.


About the Poet:  Shalom Galve Aranas has been published in The Blue NIb, Former People, Written Tales and elsewhere. She is a loving, single mother of two.

Here Comes the Sun; A Bluegrass Experience – A Poem by Susan E. Gunter

Here Comes the Sun; A Bluegrass Experience
by Susan E. Gunter

A chaste sun burns off desire,
its fire warming us while coins
of light fall on the green grass.

Blue notes beat the air—
stringed kithara or mandolins—
counterpointing the sun’s beams.

Arrows of light and sound,
negative shapes, beauty of the singular—
we are turning into memory.

Only once—we come here only once,
but the sun takes the day from me
before I can write it down.


About the Poet:  Susan E. Gunter has published poems in journals here (Atlanta Review, Louisville Review, Poet Lore, Semaphore, and dozens of others) and also in England and the Balkans. She has published three books on Henry James and the James Family and she volunteers at the Marin Poetry Center.

Paleo Blues – A Poem by Randall Brett

Paleo Blues
by Randall Brett

She said I had
Paleo blue eyes –
light, the color of water
from before Fire –

Then dawn over Manhattan
greeting us
like the oldest sunrise
in history,

Where my ribs, ancient,
are stuffed in the mud
of Olduvai Gorge,
aching for excavation,

Ten Million
with ten million
more to go –

One by one
I pull my bones from the bed,
evolve them together yet again
and go walk the dog.

About the Poet:

Randall Brett lives and works in NYC with his wife and apartment-sized dog.  (The wife is, of course, regular-sized).  You can follow his blog at

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