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The Final End to Poetry Breakfast

I know it comes as a shock.  But Poetry Breakfast has come to its final end.

There comes a time for all things to pass.  I’ve taken breaks and put the journal on hiatus before.  But I know now, it is time for me to permanently move on.

I’ve been honored to receive your poetry submissions and I am humbled to know that you let Poetry Breakfast be the journal through which you shared your work with the world.

Poetry Breakfast will remain online with the poems archived for as long as I can afford to keep the site up.

I want to thank Sarah Russell for ending our journey on the perfect note.  The last post was a review of her book I lost summer somewhere.  In that review the final poem to grace Poetry Breakfast appeared.  That poem, by Sarah Russell, is called “The Cottage” and its last lines are:

“Afterwards, I tidy up, wipe away
drops spilled in the pouring. I save
the leftovers though they’re getting stale.
I may crumble them on the porch rail
tomorrow for sparrows
before I garden.”

The words bring tears to my eyes, thinking of cleaning up our morning coffee cups and crumbs.  And knowing it is time now for me to find a new garden to grow.

Thank you to everyone.  We had a good long run.  The kitchen is permanently closed.  Go tend to your gardens now.  Grow.

Love Always,

Ann

Your rain rains more than mine – A Poem by Faye Nunez

Your rain rains more than mine
by Faye Nunez

The rain will always come
to drench the world in tears.
Sometimes it comes in little sobs
or loud cries of pain kept for years.

The pavement is wet with sadness
on this side of the street.
But once you reach the corner,
it is a dry road that you’ll meet.

It’s when you need an umbrella
that it’s sunny on the other side.
It’s when you run and duck for cover
that somewhere, you can just walk in stride.

Don’t fret over a little rainfall
Be not disheartened by a drizzle of rain.
Somebody else is stuck in a downpour.
Someone’s drenched in a severe hurricane.

 

About the Poet:
Faye Nunez is from Manila Philippines. She works as an account manager in a marketing agency. Writing fuels her creativity. She also loves music and travel.

Resilience – A Poem by Clara Burghelea

Resilience
By Clara Burghelea

Grief has a sheen to it.
I close my eyes and think silver,
teeth of a zipper that won’t close.
Late, at night,

it begs me to consider its hinges,
long shadow running tongue
over the flimsy details of us,
bones chomping on absence.

I wet a finger with my tongue,
unpack the heart anew,
my face, your face,
we bruise against each other.

At dawn, the scab I keep picking,
pink as a cat’s ear, grows more skin.

 

 

About the Poet: Clara Burghelea is a Romanian-born poet. Recipient of the 2018 Robert Muroff Poetry Award, she got her MFA in Creative Writing from Adelphi University. Her poems, fiction and translations have been published in Full of Crow Press, Ambit Magazine, HeadStuff, Waxwing and elsewhere. Her collection The Flavor of The Other is scheduled for publication in 2019 with Dos Madres Press.

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