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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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Gathering Grandma – A poem by Lylanne Musselman

Gathering Grandma

A child of the Great Depression,
grandma became an adult
who stocked up on paper towels,
toilet paper, coffee, sugar, and
flour by the pound, even
those braided multi-colored area rugs.

Her upstairs bedrooms,
once occupied by her two children,
became overrun with piles of
those items – on the beds, under
the beds, on dressers, in dresser
drawers and mounds scattered
all around the hardwood floors.

Never missing a sale, she couldn’t
have used all she hoarded
if she lived 100 years.
We used to tease her
about her cluttered upstairs collection,

us grandchildren, at her house, taught
to use toilet paper sparingly,
unless in public bathrooms, where we always
were to cover up those unsanitary seats,
to ration paper towel squares to dry
our grabby hands, to re-use
small Dixie Cups, our initials
marked on the bottoms,
until they were pulp.

 

 

About the Poet:
Lylanne Musselman is an award winning poet, playwright, and artist, living in Indianapolis, IN. Her work has appeared in Pank, Flying Island, Poetry Breakfast, The New Verse News, Ekphrastic Review, and Rat’s Ass Review, among others, and many anthologies.  In addition, Musselman has twice been a Pushcart Nominee. She is the author of three chapbooks, with a fourth forthcoming, Weathering Under the Cat, from Finishing Line Press. She also co-authored Company of Women: New and Selected Poems (Chatter House Press, 2013).

 

 

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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Open letter to Dymel – A Poem by Trace DePass

Open letter to Dymel

i’ve asked too much of the sunset.
but, that wasn’t my only sin.
it started when i was six and boy
was an arbitrary thing.

time – a construct, or figment of imagination,
affected by elevation.
the top bunk paused time, is what i’m saying.
at least for me, that’s what it did.

i wouldn’t know what it did for Dymel.
he, the other one
of the setting, sun, by my lap
he now moon across

and he cosmos for me. stars got jealous,
when i laid me down to, a lucid, sleep.
i don’t know why i have this fond.
i was going just thru my compartments.

i miss that.
back when my body didn’t come with rules,
innocence was still innocence
and stuff. remember?

it was when time was real real slow
and impossible never forbade us.
ain’t no mountain was high enough.
it’s funny:

the higher we go, harder it is to truly breathe
as if we were really getting closer to heaven.
i’m close enough to taste when god gave me
Dymel and begged i repent for my identity.
i knew that night was too good to be true.
but, i remember the sunset.
although, she may not admit it,
i knew God better when i was that young.

 

 

About the Poet:
Residing in Queens, NY, Trace DePass is a student at Brooklyn College and the 2016 Teen Poet Laureate for the Borough of Queens. He received a National Gold Medal from Scholastic for his writing portfolio, “Black Boyhood,” wherein one piece was published in Scholastic’s Best Teen Writing of 2015. Trace is interested in cultivating conversations on queer black masculinity through prose, poetry, & playwriting.

 

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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After the Thaw – A Poem by Lorraine Carey

After the Thaw

Squealing terns race off like winged kittens
from walled gardens, quilted by overnight flurries.
Snow in a frenzy, in a hurry, freefalling
in the dark. Mount Brandon’s peak
an iced cake.

Alien snow boulders sit on sterile grass,
the remains of snowmen beheaded by the thaw.
An abandoned glove missing its twin,
found on a sparkly roadside.

Finches finished by frost and hunger
spotted in ditches, laid bare.
Exposed to the expanse of sky, their tiny
clawed feet, curled up, grabbing air.

 

 

 

About the Poet:
Lorraine Carey was born in Coventry, England and moved to Co. Donegal, aged seven. Her poems have been featured / are forthcoming in the following online journals ; The Honest Ulsterman, The Galway Review, Vine Leaves, Quailbell, A New Ulster, Proletarian, Stanzas Limerick and Live Encounters. Her poems have appeared in two anthologies. Her first collection is forthcoming. She now resides in the picturesque, coastal village of Fenit, Co.Kerry whose wonderful, rugged and bleak (at times) landscape provides perpetual inspiration for poems.

 

 

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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Obdurate Wanderers – A Poem by James D. Casey IV

Obdurate Wanderers

The last shadow puppets
Killing time
Riding goodbye horses
Made of glass

Chasing dreams
Dead and buried
Along the river of
Lucidity
Listening to nature’s
Ambient song
So beautiful
Lulling wandering souls

The smell of sulfur
Giving sneak peak analysis
Into next days
That may never arrive

Unchained minds
Ignoring false alarm prayers
Knowing
The chandelier sky is
Infinite

They ride their horses
Into the heavens
Becoming high valley drifters

Looking down
With love
Adoration and
Sadness
Upon the world’s
Obdurate wanderers

 

 

 

About the Poet:
James D. Casey IV is a published author of two poetry books: ‘Metaphorically Esoteric’ & ‘Dark Days Inside the Light While Drunk on Wine.’ Mr. Casey’s writings have also been featured on numerous websites, in online magazine publications, and published in two poetry anthology books: ‘Pirate Poetry’ by Writing Knights Press, and ‘Where the Mind Dwells’ by Eber & Wein Publishing. Poetry Life & Times, Artvilla, and Realistic Poetry International all have him listed in their poet archives. James is a self proclaimed “bard & wordsmith, artist, free thinker, madman philosopher, feather spinner, cat lover, hat lover, owl enthusiast, and crystal collector” from the American South.

 

 

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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Lost – A Poem by Sabrina Hicks

Lost

The years dropped off like
brittle leaves, crab-walking
sideways in scuttle,
windblown and pocked.

I heard the crunch underfoot,
on peppermint gum splattered
sidewalks, dusted in
yesterday’s hopscotch.

Freckled moons have lit
the way home and
I return tired from rotation,
wary of gravity’s push and pull.

Where did my childhood dog
go to die when his hips
no longer straightened and
his labored breath wheezed?

I find a good place to sit,
across from a post stapled
with pictures and descriptions,
waiting for my phone to ring,
or not.

 

 

About the Poet:
Sabrina Hicks lives in Phoenix, Arizona. Her works
has appeared in Writer’s Digest, The Drabble and on
her blog, sshicks.wordpress.com.

 

 

 

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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Kayaking the Upper Buffalo – A Poem by Al Ortolani

Kayaking the Upper Buffalo

Whitewater rainbows in spray, pool dropping between willows, river birch, driftwood—three buzzards, droop-shouldered, perch in ash. Popping lid on tin of sardines, one bird lifts immediately into flight, begins to turn circles on wingtip. Sun splashes off standing waves, dampens limestone, dries, dampens. Mayapple umbrellas below blackjack oaks. Blue-tailed skink skitters into patch of sun.

drifting hawk,

a broken shadow

circles the bluff

 

 

About the Poet:
Al Ortolani’s newest collection of poems, Paper Birds Don’t Fly, was released in 2016 from New York Quarterly Books. His poetry and reviews have appeared in journals such as Rattle, Prairie Schooner, and New Letters. His poems been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net, and he has recently been featured on the Writer’s Almanac.

 

 

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.

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