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Beginning March 20th, 2016 Poetry Breakfast will once again serve 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 related creative non-fiction such as letters to and from poets, essays on poetry, and anything else that might feed a poet and poetry lover’s soul.

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Matt Randall

Bad French and Ficus Trees by Matt Randall

Bad French and Ficus Trees
by Matt Randall

Disturbed by the dying air conditioning,
the dusty fake tree beats a torn branch
against the dirty window. I look at it and
wonder why it hasn’t been replaced—or dusted.

At the table behind me, a blonde studies
French, loudly spitting conjugated verbs
all over her cold mochacinno and half-eaten scone.
Her accent is horrible, but no one says anything.

She doesn’t bother me that much, though
I toy with the idea of saying tu es une vache violet
just to see if she understands. But that would break my
silence, acknowledge my lack of concentration.

Looking back to my own table, I stare at
the book open in front of me. But the
stark black and white words, bones of
ancient Egypt, do not interest me.

I look up again, bad French soundtrack still playing,
and watch the dusty ficus leaves sway.

Matt Randall has written everything from technical documents and real estate articles to science-fiction and sestinas. He is also the co-founder of PegLeg Publishing, a small independent publishing company in Oklahoma City, and co-editor if GlassFire Magazine. When he’s not writing and editing, Matt enjoys reading, spending time at IHOP, and collecting gnomes.

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Before by Matt Randall

Before
by Matt Randall

I still remember that summer
the hot June days eating blackberries
on your mother’s back porch
paying no attention to the clouds
slowly gathering like old women at a garage sale

in that world
our days were full of all play and no work
a make-believe world of no bills or jobs
disturbed only by the occasional scrape
of a bicycle crash.

Matt Randall has written everything from technical documents and real estate articles to science-fiction and sestinas. He is also the co-founder of PegLeg Publishing, a small independent publishing company in Oklahoma City, and co-editor if GlassFire Magazine. When he’s not writing and editing, Matt enjoys reading, spending time at IHOP, and collecting gnomes.

Waffles and a Blueberry Muffin by Matt Randall

Waffles and a Blueberry Muffin
by Matt Randall

She sniffs, turns her head away.
He stares, mouth filled with unsaid words
aching to fill the coffee-scented silence.

She picks at her uneaten muffin, raspberry
red nails plucking wrinkled blueberries
out of the too-hard crust. She doesn’t eat them.

He can only stare at his plate,
at the syrup-flooded remains of his waffles,
and think about the night before

when they weren’t separated by heavy plates and cold silverware.
Side-by-side, elbows almost touching,
they talked long after the ice cubes melted.

Now, the morning after, she looks anywhere but at him,
and he looks only at his waffles and thinks about
how good they sounded a few hours ago.

Matt Randall has written everything from technical documents and real estate articles to science-fiction and sestinas. He is also the co-founder of PegLeg Publishing, a small independent publishing company in Oklahoma City, and co-editor if GlassFire Magazine. When he’s not writing and editing, Matt enjoys reading, spending time at IHOP, and collecting gnomes.

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