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Poetry Breakfast

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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Stars Lie – A Poem by Heather M. Browne

Stars Lie

The stars lie.
Hanging in the sky,
Their shimmering noose
In trail.

Hiding themselves beneath the soiled sheet of night.
Too many nightmares and accidents.

The earth is covered in dirt.

They flicker in blink,
Hoping to bring just one moment
Of light.
A song, a rhyme,
Anything,
To lessen this dark.

But clouds pass,
With the freedom to live over other lands.

And the stars,
So unsettled in this sky,
Burn.
Exploding all final hope,
Glorious.
Leaving only
A blackened
Hole.

 

About the Poet:  Heather M. Browne is a faith-based psychotherapist, recently nominated for the Pushcart Award, published in the Orange Room, Boston Literary Review, Page & Spine, Eunoia Review, Poetry Quarterly, Red Fez, Electric Windmill, Apeiron, The Lake, Knot, and mad swirl. Red Dashboard released her first collection, Directions of Folding.

 

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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The Intruder – A Poem by Matt Mooney

The Intruder

At five a pheasant called me.
I had heard a constant cackle
in an open bedroom window
from where she had her nest
and cared for all her chickens.

So I stole out with my camera
for an exciting morning shoot
but she rose up at the dawning,
broadcasting her protestations
that I was an intruder, prying
into her private family affairs.

 

This poem also appears in The Singing Woods, a collection of poems by Matt Mooney.

 

About the Poet: Born in Kilchreest, Loughrea, Co. Galway in 1943, Matt Mooney has lived in Listowel since 1966.  His first book of poetry Droving was published in 2003 and this was followed in 2010 by Falling Apples.  Earth to Earth (2015) and The Singing Woods (2017) were both published by Galway Academic Press.  His poems have appeared in ‘Feasta, West 47, First Cut, The Applicant, The Kerryman, Duilleoga, Striking a Chord, The Connaught Tribune and The Galway Review, Poetry on the Edge and read on Radio Kerry.

 

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.

Maple Sap and Rosewater – A Poem by Adrian Slonaker

Maple Sap and Rosewater

King crimson maple tree branches
dangling behind my back
behind your back,
sap speckling the park bench, rivaling this afternoon’s raindrops.
How long has the King reigned here?
Thirty years? Fifty years?

Will you beautify my life for as long as this tree has beautified this spot?
It’s pointless to conjecture.
Why dwell on the unknowable
when the knowable is all too real
and all too sublime:
that elusive sating of mind hunger
and skin hunger.

Poets propose that you touch my soul.
Scientists say you switch on my brain’s pleasure center.
Poetry or science,
press your thigh closer to mine
as leather meets velvet.

 

 

About the Poet:  Adrian Slonaker works as a copywriter and copy editor in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, USA. Adrian’s poetry has appeared in Amaryllis, Ginosko Literary Journal, The Mackinac, Eunoia Review, Oddball Magazine, and others.  

 

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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The Night of the Salmon-Go-Up-River Full Moon – A Poem by Tricia Knoll

The Night of the Salmon-Go-Up-River Full Moon

A full moon blesses this cooling-off
July night, the farm, the black currants,
the tin-roof barn, the Old Spot pigs.

You and I snuggle under a comforter
as the willow sways in eddied wind.
Bone-white light stretches long javelins

of moonshine from the ten-window door,
ladders of light we don’t choose to climb
this time, a silver hopscotch on the oak floor.

Brighter than street light by my measure.
I could walk to the barn, swing
in the Nicaraguan hammock. By moon.

Your breathing deepens, a whuffing
under flutter wind. The white dog
barked at a hawk earlier; now he curls

in gold grass. Wads of his fur that I brushed out
this morning mix with the wild yarrow
and cling to fence wire, fluff ghosts.

Mt. Adams’ south rib glacier gleams.
I am alive to unwavering moonlight,
warmed up in a soft bed

seeing the world
as a negative image, both black
and white night,

foreshadow of memory.

 

This poem also appears in Knoll’s collection Broadfork Farm available from The Poetry Box.  The collection features poetry about pigs, dogs, starry nights, predators and farmers on this small organic farm in Trout Lake, Washington. Knoll is a regular farmsitter on the property.

 

About the Poet:  Tricia Knoll is an Oregon poet.  She is a frequent farmsitter at a small organic farm in Trout Lake, Washington. Broadfork Farm, her collected poems from the farm, came out in July 2017. Her work appears in many journals and anthologies as well as two other collections. Website: triciaknoll.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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One Goddamn Chance – A Poem by Rajani Radhakrishnan

One Goddamn Chance

Maybe it was the time grandma found that starving
stray, maybe it was that miserable cur that adopted

her. She in a crisp nine yard saree, her diamond nose
ring flashing in the summer sun and that bag of fleas

limping behind her every morning to the temple and
back, they said even the river stopped and giggled as

they passed by. You cannot control who you love, she
told me, all of seven then, nor who might decide to love

you back, all you can do is take one goddamn chance.
I twist the ring around my finger slowly, letting day turn

to night, the seasons breathing in and out with me. There
has to be a reason for callouses that will not heal and circles

that don’t know how to end. What if everything travelled in
a straight line till there was nothing? What if mangy pets

never came home to sit by the door for walks that could no
longer be? You cannot search for an ending and hope that a

beginning will be waiting where you stop. Take an umbrella, I
call to him from the window, they say there is a chance of rain.

 

 

About the Poet:  Rajani Radhakrishnan is from Bangalore, India.  Finding time and renewed enthusiasm for poetry after a long career in Financial Applications, she blogs at thotpurge.wordpress.com . Her poems have recently appeared in The Ekphrastic Review, The Lake, Quiet Letter and The Cherita.

 

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.

Fractures in Time – A Poem by Michelle Gregory

Fractures in Time

When
is a second not a second;
a minute not a minute.
Do you need minutes,
to have seconds?

Seconds;
first love,
a day at the beach,
summer.

Minutes;
divorce,
a day of rain,
winter.

Your last breath,
an hour.

 

About the Poet:  Michelle Gregory works in the banking industry and lives in Hong Kong. She is Canadian and enjoys spending time outdoors with her two dogs. She is a member of the Womens Fiction Writers Association and is currently working on her first novel.

 

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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