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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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Three Women – A Poem by Mark J. Mitchell

Three Women

++++++++++++ For Phoebe
++++++++ 1.

Sylvia who taught me—
early—words were knives—
She showed me
how brittle they became
when she sharpened my
tender ear.
Whispering to me:
Vowels float like balloons.

++++++++ 2.

Denise said: Taste!
And she meant it.
She spun words
into tough and delicate webs
woven of razored sugar.
When you kiss them
too taut
her labyrinth
won’t let you see.
She left one last command:
Taste God. Now.

++++++++ 3.

And Elizabeth
dropped her words,
hard, artful, strict
as diamond breadcrumbs.
They formed paths
down structured mountains
to a perfect beach where
they perfect the mechanics
++++++++++++ of shape-shifting.

 

 

About the Poet:
Mark J. Mitchell studied writing at UC Santa Cruz under Raymond Carver, George Hitchcock and Barbara Hull. His work has appeared in various periodicals over the last thirty five years, as well as the anthologies Good Poems, American Places, Hunger Enough, Retail Woes and Line Drives. It has also been nominated for both Pushcart Prizes and The Best of the Net. He is the author of two full-length collections, Lent 1999 (Leaf Garden Press) and Soren Kierkegaard Witnesses an Execution (Local Gems) as well as two chapbooks, Three Visitors (Negative Capability Press) and Artifacts and Relics, (Folded Word). His novel, Knight Prisoner, is available from Vagabondage Press and another novel is forthcoming: The Magic War (Loose Leaves). He lives in San Francisco with his wife, the documentarian and filmmaker Joan Juster where he makes a living showing people pretty things in his city.

 

 

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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Unfinished – A Poem by J.I. Kleinberg

Unfinished

The centerpiece is a low hedge
of gourds and pinecones and holly.
Glasses are slicked with wine
and lipstick, plates half empty,

a fork dropped, chairs pushed away,
one fallen on its side,
fringed blue rug rucked in a heap,
the front door stands wide.

Our shoulders touch,
hands clench, grip an arm,
cover a mouth, hang confused,
unable to help,

faces all turned to follow
what cannot be undone
though for years
our fingers will scrape

at the hammered lid,
the closed eye,
our throats clog with words
as we try every language —

shout and whisper
into the long silence —
write — pray —
implore you to reply.
 

 
About the Poet:
A Pushcart nominee, J.I. Kleinberg is co-editor of Noisy Water: Poetry from Whatcom County, Washington (Other Mind Press 2015). Her poetry has appeared recently in One, Diagram, PoemMemoirStory, Clover: A Literary Rag, The Precise Dimension of Light (Leaf Press, 2016) and elsewhere. She lives in Bellingham, Washington, and blogs most days at chocolateisaverb.wordpress.com and thepoetrydepartment.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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Mira Gut – A Poem by PD Lyons

Mira Gut

there are no flowers here but snow.
the bay not yet free chunked with ice
the white of which exists only against a distant liquid sea.
at least the sun visits, comforting,
illusion though it is,
visions of thawing, melting down to something green.

in the long sleep of winter, I have dreamed
something Spanish that you said along a twilight turquoise
something soft covering sun drenched shoulders
silver threads an old man’s harp played for money by the moon

 

 

About the Poet:
PD Lyons was born and raised in the USA. Traveling and living abroad since 1998. Now permanently residing in of Ireland.  Received The Mattatuck College Award for Outstanding Achievement in Poetry.  Received Bachelor of Science with honours from Teikyo Post University Connecticut.  Please visit pdlyons blog at http://pdlyons.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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Signature Dish – A Poem by Sheila Wellehan

 Signature Dish

How did it happen? I don’t remember choosing
there was no proclamation that this was my turf
do something right once, it’s a tradition
sweet potatoes are my signature dish.

In late November I paw through produce at the grocery
and select the finest specimens for my cart
smooth and firm, large but not overwhelming
identical in size so they’ll be done at the same time.

Thanksgiving morning, I pull out the ancient cookbook
though I know all the steps by heart
the spine opens to the splattered recipe
and I turn on the radio.

I hear past holidays as I grind orange rind and grate nutmeg
joyful parties bursting with laughter, no one wanted to go home
disastrous celebrations destroyed by psychic tornadoes
restrained gatherings where we skated around one another cautiously.

How will we remember the holiday this year?
With root vegetables, I try to influence our fate
to enhance the odds of a happy ending
with sweet potatoes more delicious than cake.

 

 

 

About the Poet:
Sheila Wellehan’s poetry is featured or forthcoming in Chiron Review, The Fourth River, Poetry East, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Yellow Chair Review, and elsewhere. She lives in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. Visit her online at www.sheilawellehan.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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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.

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.

This Year’s Pushcart Prize Nominees from Poetry Breakfast

It was a daunting task to select just six poems.  But after carefully reviewing all the wonderful poems we’ve had the honor of publishing, we finally made our selection for this year’s Pushcart Prize Nominations.

Our congratulations to all six amazing poets.  Poetry Breakfast is grateful to all of you for letting your work find a home on our menu.

Our Pushcart Prize Nominations for this year are as follows:

Funeral Sandwiches” by Tricia McCallum

Consigning Mother’s Ring” by Barbara Saxton

Only” by Pamela Joyce Shapiro

Learning Again” by Emily Rose Proctor

Why I Still Have Hope for Humanity” by Ryan Warren

Reduced” by Marjorie Thomsen

We wish the best of luck to all our nominees.

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