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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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in-flight entertainment – A Poem by Chloe’ Skye

in-flight entertainment

titanic plays on two adjacent passenger screens;
two disparate scenes: on one, the dance, and the other, the death.

when i was younger, this movie epitomized my every romantic dream; sydney and i watched it through every day for a year.

i had a poster of leo when he was king of the world! at the bow, and i would kiss those smooth, ripe laminated lips against my mirror, hoping no one would see my toes so conspicuously beneath the door.

i would write his name in steam on the shower door.

leo, my first love, my wet dream: the distress signal exploding white behind his head as he gazed down with sacrificial finality on rose’s life boat.

no matter how many times i’ve seen it, i always root for it to end differently. even seeing it on two simultaneous screens: now they are hopeful new lovers triumphing against class odds, now she breaks his frozen fingers like a rusty lock.

now i am drowning in this dirty plane air, desperate to be the same 8-year old idealist who didn’t really know what distance was, who stopped the videotape before the iceberg hit.

 

 

 

About the Poet:  Chloe’ Skye is a poet, ESL teacher, and avid traveler. She moved to Czech Republic in 2014 on a Fulbright fellowship and speaks Czech and Hebrew. She has been published in Hanging Loose, Cliterature Journal, and Raven’s Perch, and keeps a travel blog called Chlohemian.

 

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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An Ode to Baba – A Poem by Poornima Laxmeshwar

An Ode to Baba

Ever since the streams coiled back,
A tongue twisted with time
Baring the stones that made you
Marking your strength
The red soil stares in the eye of life
Never letting it win
Never sparing even a breath
Baba
I hear your heart
It has never been different from mine
Though silence has now built a wall
Perfect in symmetry or square
I hear you scorning
To lay at the mercy of the dark
The tubes grow out of your nostrils
You look wild as a tree
But your hands have held the clouds
They even know the taste of the dust
Baba
Before the dusk breaks me
Into an absence
Before I slip into
My own unknown
Before and as ever before
Just be
You know I still haven’t learnt
How to end something

About the Poet: Poornima Laxmeshwar resides in the garden city Bangalore and works as a content writer for a living.

 

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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Ruminating – A Poem by David Hanlon

Ruminating

I take a hammer to it:
my lifestyle

a giant rock
into bite-sized pieces,

for every choice
there is a sacrifice.

I throw them in
my mouth in pairs,

taste their flavours compete
over my flattened tongue.

I crunch; chew them over
until there is nothing left

but my broken teeth still
grinding against each other.

 

About the Poet:  David Hanlon is from Cardiff, Wales, and currently living in Bristol, England. He has a BA in Film Studies & is training part-time as a counsellor/therapist.You can find his work online at Ink, Sweat & Tears, Fourth & Sycamore, One Sentence Poems, Anti-Heroin Chic, Red Eft Review; & forthcoming at Calamus Journal & Déraciné Magazine.

 

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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Elemental Imbalance – A Poem by Sarah Dickenson Snyder

Elemental Imbalance

One day at the public water station
in the refugee camp, the flow slipped

to a trickle, thinned and choked.
There was nothing. Only naked children,

their young mothers, empty plastic
jugs, and a smell of tiredness—

so much effort for a simple bath, water
to drink. That same day as the indifferent world spun,

someone turned on the shower, let it run and run
to hot, steam starting to bead on the mirror—

stepped into the clean torrent, unaware
of what slips down the drain,

moves through pipes into the earth
promising more.

 

 

This poem also appears in Sarah Dickenson Snyder’s chapbook, Notes From a Nomad.

 

 

About the Poet: Sarah Dickenson Snyder has two poetry collections, The Human Contract and Notes from a Nomad. Recent work will appear or has been in The Comstock Review, Damfino Press, The Main Street Rag, Chautauqua Literary Magazine, RHINO, The Sewanee Review, Front Porch, and Whale Road Review.   https://sarahdickensonsnyder.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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Note From the Underground – A Poem by Damian Rucci

Note From the Underground

we are the afterglow—
captured echoes with sun tans
day drunk apocalyptos
peddling art for memories
we are the last burning cigarette
of modern day inconvenience
and we’re almost at the filter.

This poem also appears in Former Lives of Saints, a collection of poems by Damian Rucci and Ezhno Martin.

 

About the Poet:  Damian Rucci is a writer and poet from New Jersey whose work has previously appeared in Eunoia Review, Beatdom, Indiana Voice Journal and basements and coffee shops around the United States. He is the author of two chapbooks of poetry Tweet and Other Poems (Maverick Duck Press 2016) and A Symphony of Crows (Indigent Press 2015) as well as a split with Ezhno Martin Former Lives of Saints (EMP 2017). Damian founded the Poetry in the Port reading series and is the poetry editor at Blue Mountain Review.

 

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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Things He Can Do Which I Can’t – A Poem by Joe Cottonwood

Things He Can Do Which I Can’t

He can make a knife out of cardboard and a clothespin.
With wood scraps he can build a death-ray gun.
A banana is a telephone.
The floor is burning hot lava. The furniture, islands.
He can swim in a bathtub.
With one paper and three pens he can fight a whole war.
He can sleep when there is no money.
He can cuddle in a lap to make everything right
and, you know? I think it is.

 

About the Poet:  Joe Cottonwood has worked in one building trade or another – carpenter, plumber, electrician – since 1976. Nights, he writes. He lives with his high school sweetheart in La Honda, California, where they built a house and raised a family under (and at mercy of) giant redwood trees. More at joecottonwood.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.

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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