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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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Poetry Breakfast Is Now Accepting Poetry Submissions

After a brief break for the summer, Poetry Breakfast is now open to poetry submissions again.

Visit our Submission Guidelines page for details.

We’re all very hungry here.  The table’s been empty for a while.  But beginning October 2nd, 2017 we will be serving up a delicious poem every morning again.  In order to have something to put on the table in October, we need your poetry submissions now.

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Toukokuu – A Poem by Gerry Stewart

Toukokuu
(Finnish for May – sowing moon)

This gamble –
a seed thrown down
on warming soil.
Surrender the weight of hope
into the season’s fickle hands.

Each cycle I am found hollow,
ringing beneath the wide sky.

Chittering greedy birds
begging the question
of when to draw a line.
To leave the field fallow,
allow weeds and rain
to run rampant.
Replenish the earth
or abandon all enterprise.

At day’s opening notes,
I walk the furrow,
press earth into the soles of my feet,
until it accepts my weight.
My hand lifts to the clouds
hiding the divine from my sight.

The grain spins free.

 

 

About the Poet:
Gerry Stewart is a poet, creative writing tutor and editor living in Finland. Her collection Post-Holiday Blues was published by Flambard Press, UK. Her writing blog is http://thistlewren.blogspot.fi/

 

 

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.

Alexa, What Is One Plus One? – A Poem by Marina Sofia

Alexa, What Is One Plus One?

‘I think you know the answer to that one.’

Because I would not, could not stay calm
or reasonable with fact-based evidence
Because instead of all the answers
I had questions of my own
Because I stamped my feet at injustice
and cried noisily at films
(quietly into my pillow at night)
Because he asks questions he already knows the answer to
just to test and tease and lecture on
till touch has gone, unless it’s right swipe.
Because who wouldn’t rather be a hammer than a nail?

He bought Alexa as a Christmas present for himself.

 

 

About the Poet:
Marina Sofia is a global nomad, reviewer and writer, who’s recently moved back to the UK after spending several years in the French Alps. She has published in online and print journals, and thinks poetry is the best procrastination when she should be working on her crime novel. She also spends far too much time blogging at http://findingtimetowrite.wordpress.com/ and tweeting @MarinaSofia8.

 

 

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.

Sparrows – A Poem by Gerry Stewart

Sparrows

Open, white page yawning out morning.
My notebook sidesteps any focus.

I’ve forgotten the raw taste of captured ink,
I’ve lost where the words reside
on my lips, against my eyelids.

Our black cat gazes at his watery reflection,
a palimpsest in the kitchen’s murmur.

Forgotten how to acknowledge the whirlwind
that shook poems out of me
like beating a carpet after a long winter.

Your sink laughter splashes bubbles,
you know I’m wasting time.
My poem jumps from dishes to table,
scooping up crumbs.

I’ve forgotten to give it time,
how to connect pen to paper,
to disconnect from technology.

You offer to buy me a bird book
to name our invited guests.
I begin our poem with:
Once all small birds were sparrows.

Forgotten the sound of thudding lines,
the surety of a bold hand scratching them out.

 

 

About the Poet:
Gerry Stewart is a poet, creative writing tutor and editor living in Finland. Her collection Post-Holiday Blues was published by Flambard Press, UK. Her writing blog is http://thistlewren.blogspot.fi/

 

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.

April in Indiana – A poem by Lylanne Musselman

April in Indiana

Squall clouds romp and rumble east,
flashing memories of the root cellar

located in my grandparent’s back yard.
An underground bunker born out of fright

from Palm Sunday tornadoes in 1965.
I remember the static on our transistor radio:

Petulia Clark’s “Downtown” voice interrupted
by constant bleeps of tornado warnings,

appropriately, “Down in the Boondocks” broke in
as we descended into that damp root cellar,

birthing its own fright: water rushing in ankle deep,
flooding a tunnel that echoed a dank and dark tomb,

us dodging camel crickets that leapt sideways off walls;
overhead, daddy longlegs dropped and dangled,

and brooding thunder thumped the ground,
expelling uneasy gasps into the electric air.

 

 

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.

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.

Gardening with JD – A Poem by Beth Gordon

Gardening with JD

Life is like a rose, he says, unfurling and unpredictable,
a transformation. Even death comes beautifully,
dried petals and cinnamon in an antique crystal bowl.
That’s enough, I say, you’ve gone too far this time, but he’s
watching Wheel of Fortune with his widowed uncle
and refuses to believe that life is short and full of pain.
There’s a box of brand new baby clothes in my bedroom
corner, I say, price tags still attached. I went out to buy
some milk, deposit a check. Happiness is easy, he says,
I found a coffee mug buried beneath the opened sheet
sets in a bin marked 60 percent off. It was even my favorite
color. I want to scream I’m color blind. I want to scream
I’m no flower. Instead I say, I miss you, because I do. Life is
a surprise, he says, and I tell him he’s right. Who
could have guessed our first fight would be about potpourri?

 

 

About the Poet:
Although she received her MFA in Creative Writing from American University more than 25 years ago, Beth Gordon can best be described as an emerging writer. She is the proud mother of three creative human beings, Matt, Alex and Elise, who fill her world with art and music. Beth resides in St. Louis, Missouri and spends most weekends in Highland, Illinois in the company of fellow writers, musicians, wine drinkers, and two dogs named Izzie and Max.

 

 

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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