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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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My Cracked Pot – A Poem by Evangeline C. Novio

My Cracked Pot

I noticed the crack first slowly spreading at the outer side of my favorite clay pot where I cook the native dish you used to like.
And layer banana leaves at the bottom, you would request.

I followed the tell-tale signs from afar.

The soup slowly sprouted out like
dewdrops in a spider’s web.

When did the crack show?

It was remiss of me. That cat, a Molly dipped its chubby paw for a taste and stayed.

There’s no more food left.
Only a cracked pot and my
fractured self.

 

 

About the Poet:
Evangeline C. Novio is retired after being a Filipino overseas worker (West Africa) for more than 3 decades.

 

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Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

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Morning Crisp at the Cottage – A Poem by Patricia McGoldrick

Morning Crisp at the Cottage

We stayed up late.
Sitting back
in our yellow Muskoka chairs,
to see the stars,
we were graced with the Northern Lights,
all green and flashing.
Sleep followed
with a constellation of dreams and
Milky Way stars.
Topped with mugs full of morning coffee
for sunrise on the lakeshore
at McKellar,
we looked out on the new day.

 

About the Poet:
Patricia McGoldrick is a Kitchener, ON, Canada poet writer, inspired by the everyday. Patricia is a member of The Ontario Poetry Society and the League of Canadian Poets.  Click here for Author website.

 

Photo by Jonathan Sautter.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

 

Process – A Poem by Nate Maye

Process

spinning circle
that tells us
thinking is going on

a wait
sputtering sound
the car is trying
to turn over

just not quite
yet
not quite yet.

 

About the Poet:
Nate Maye is a rising poet from Texas. His writing has been featured on Poetry Pasta and Ancient Heart Magazine.

 

Photo by D Williams.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

Frozen Cattail – A Poem by Kimberly Peterson

Frozen Cattail

One solitary cattail piercing the snow
Encased, a sheen of ice
Freezing the moment when
Its brown crushed velvet skin
Split to spew forth parachutes of future hope
But no one has made it out safely
No ‘see you on the other side’ departure

I am caught in the same moment
Self-confidence tumbling out, scattering
Mercury hitting the floor
I am waiting for spring to thaw out, gather myself up and go on

 

 

About the Poet:
Although previously published in “Scaling the Face of Reason: An Anthology of Canadian Poetry”, an eventful family life and successful career did not leave enough space for poetry. After germinating in the rich soil of motherhood and work as a nurse, Kimberly Peterson now returns to poetry full time.

 

Photo by Diapicard.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

Wise Tailor – A Poem by Kimberly Peterson

Wise Tailor

Eating alone again
I work my way down the sizes in my closet
Make regular trips to the tailor
To have waistbands taken in

When I walk in with you
The tailor assures me, “Should you need it,
I can let the waists back out.
Very professional, no one will notice.”

He was right,
About the clothes.

 

 

About the Poet:
Although previously published in “Scaling the Face of Reason: An Anthology of Canadian Poetry”, an eventful family life and successful career did not leave enough space for poetry. After germinating in the rich soil of motherhood and work as a nurse, Kimberly Peterson now returns to poetry full time.

 

Photo by  Jan Steiner.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

Window-Gazing by Michelle Jia

Window-Gazing
by Michelle Jia

shaking like antennae in a storm we wake
with San Francisco between our paws. Sift
a bad one straight into the trash and deliver
our speeches to the spaces above us, between
us like filigree nets unravelling faster than imminent
storms unravel. So many are born

just to scrape up the remains of lovers
whose names were shed in such torrential blues.
You and I is all we have now. Humming clueless
little ditties to pass the time and stabilize
the strangeness between us: this patina face
drained to the neck, your right ear, and the rain

in a voice that could make gods tremble.
show me a sign. One parchment hand on the window
frame, cedar-heart bird, breast feathers plain
as a graphite smudge. this too was planned:
that we should look at each other now
and see centuries of rain in a dry hotel room.

Michelle Jia is a writer and musician who lives for summer storms, paper mail and uncharted land. She has poetry upcoming in The Claremont Review and The Adroit Journal. Her current place of residence is Toronto, Canada.

When Love Arrives

Something a little new here…take a look see at this wonderful poem and then scroll down to find out all about the new line up at Poetry Breakfast.

So yes, there’s a little something different on the menu this morning.  But really, one can’t eat oat meal every single morning without soon thinking breakfast is just an unemotional function.  And as the cook, er editor, here at Poetry Breakfast, I can’t keep serving oat meal day after day after day.  Not when there’s a plethora of amazing poetry dishes out there.  It’s time to spice up the menu!

Here’s the daily menu:

Mondays:  Featured poem chosen from the best of those submitted to Poetry Breakfast

Tuesdays:  Video/Audio reading of a poem – selected by the editor

Wednesdays:  Featured poem chosen from the best of those submitted to Poetry Breakfast

Thursdays:  Interviews / Lectures by poets past and present, and the occasional poetry class

Fridays:  Featured poem chosen from the best of those submitted to Poetry Breakfast

Saturdays: Extended Poetry Readings – these will run 20 minutes to 2 hours.  Sit back, relax, and enjoy a Saturday Poetry Brunch

Sundays:  Featured poem chosen from the best of those submitted to Poetry Breakfast

Poetry submissions are still being accepted as usual for Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays featured poems.  All other days will be filled with videos and audios found and chosen by the editor.

Hopefully, by being a little more adventurous with our Poetry Breakfast we’ll all be able to have a broader taste and fuller experience.

Last Dance with Mary Jane by Nina Bennett

Last Dance with Mary Jane
by Nina Bennett

Miguel shows me his bag of dope
at every counseling session.
I keep my expression neutral,
refuse to be drawn in when he asks
if it looks like good shit.
We then spend 30 of his 50 minutes
discussing his paranoia. He worries
that he is being ripped off, that his dealer
thinks he is stupid because his English
is poor. I use every maneuver I know
to redirect the session, but each week
we end up gazing at the baggie
he pulls from his backpack.

This week Miguel doesn’t show up,
doesn’t call to cancel, doesn’t answer his phone.
Today I see the article, buried
in the crime section of the newspaper. Shot
in the back, he bled out on the sidewalk,
died alone, three doors from his home.
Outside my window, daffodils bow their heads
as a spring shower cleanses the street.

Nina Bennett is the author of Forgotten Tears A Grandmother’s Journey Through Grief. Her poetry has appeared in numerous journals including Requiem, Tipton Poetry Journal, San Pedro River Review, The Summerset Review, Bryant Literary Review, Yale Journal for Humanities in Medicine, The Broadkill Review, and anthologies such as Spaces Between Us: Poetry, Prose and Art on HIV/AIDS. Nina is a contributing author to the Open to Hope Foundation. www.transcanalwriters.com

Forecasting Hemlines by M.R. Smith

Forecasting Hemlines
by M.R. Smith

Weather will come
in its own fashion. Dark
evening dress, sharp jewelry
meant to kill,
sometimes light and blousy.
Today it is straight-legged
and lined out clean, a casual
bearing trying to portray
confidence and control
of a situation that could
change at the drop
of a barometer.

M.R. Smith lives in Boise, ID and will have work appearing in the fall in The Red River Review.

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