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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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Winter Solstice – A Poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Winter Solstice

She rolled
up the mat,
turned out
the lights,
and we were plunged
into darkness.

December is like
living in a cave,
but the earth
will not hear of it,

unfolds her fetal position
in her darkened room
and allows light to emerge
longer in the morning
and afternoon —

Sunlight able
to warm our deepest bones.


About the Poet:
Ethel Mortenson Davis was born in Wisconsin where her parents were dairy farmers. Her years on the farm instilled a deep sense of the earth. After high school she studied fine art at the University of Wisconsin—Madison with Milton Resnick, one of the great abstract artists of the 20th century.  Influenced by the imagist poets, she has had four books of poetry published. Her poems have appeared in magazines, international and regional anthologies, and small literary journals. She lives in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin with her husband and two dogs where her daughters and grandchildren come to visit on a regular basis. Her son died of cancer a number of years ago.

 

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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Winter – A Poem by Melissa Fite Johnson

Winter

The trees undressed now,
I see into my neighbor’s kitchen,
the single father eating breakfast alone.
I should look away. Jelly oozes
from his doughnut, splatters
his undershirt. He dabs his large belly.
His son shoves something from the fridge
into his backpack, hurries out.

My husband, dressed already, joins me
in our kitchen, kisses the top of my head.
Last night’s argument settled,
I hug him good-bye,
place my dish in the sink.

Our neighbor startles at my hello
when our garage doors lift. We slip
into our cars, drive past
the bare, invulnerable trees.

 

About the Poet:  Melissa Fite Johnson received her Master’s in English literature from Pittsburg State University in Kansas. Individual poems have appeared in RattleValparaiso Poetry ReviewBroadsided Press, and elsewhere. Her first collection, While the Kettle’s On (Little Balkans Press, 2015), and her second, Ghost Sign (Spartan Press, 2016), which she co-authored, were both named Kansas Notable Books. She is also the author of A Crooked Door Cut into the Sky, winner of the 2017 Vella Chapbook Award (Paper Nautilus Press, 2018). Melissa and her husband live with their dog and chickens in Kansas, where she teaches English.

 

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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Today – A Poem by Twila Newey

Today

Today is a day for books and grass
To wander across the fibers of your own mind

Spend hours running the pad of your finger
Over ghost body trees made smooth for scribble

Get lost in folds of hot sunshine
Perhaps meet the ladybug at her level

Sway back and forth
Back and forth

Listen for the whir of tiny wings
Lay your ear to earth to count the rate

Of grass production: slow
The near silent beat out of sync with your carefully written schedule

Oblige the hours
Give into the pleasurable clutter

Today is a day to be a barefoot risk taker
To sidle up and make friends with abandon

 

 

About the Poet: Twila Newey lives with her four children, husband and several elk herds in the mountains west of Denver, Colorado. She earned her M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Naropa University and has finished her first novel, a portion of which won publication in Exponent II’s Midrash Contest, fall 2016. In addition to her voracious appetite for fiction, she is an avid reader and writer of poetry.

 

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 Light in those Hills – A Poem by James Diaz

The Light in those Hills

“I am not what I asked for.”
-Jorie Graham

I curved into the world
slow on my feet
hustling is like love
it’s all about convincing/covering up
papering over

pot hole earth
I weep
and go crazy sometimes
forget to breathe
do the right thing

rippling water
I know you’re deep
but I’m deeper still
linen thread count-heart
all shred and dropped elements

all purposeful watching
and waiting

quietly
oh so quietly

like a dead thing
but somehow alive.

 

About the Poet:  James Diaz is the founding editor of the literary arts & music journal Anti-Heroin Chic http://heroinchic.weebly.com/. His poems can be found in Quail Bell Magazine, HIV Here & Now, Foliate Oak and Ditch. His debut book of poems, This Someone I Call Stranger, is forthcoming from Indolent Books (2018).

 

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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When We Hear Stars – A Poem by Ray Sharp

When We Hear Stars

When we hear stars
we think backlit pinholes
on black velvet and we wonder
what lies beyond the smooth surface
of the finite expanding universe.

Other nights we think
star wombs pregnant with iron
giving birth to planet children
like a fusion of mass and energy
unbounded by love’s strange topologies.

 

About the Poet:  Ray Sharp is the author of Memories of When We Were Birds; Dating Tips for Conservatives, A New Poetry Primer for a Desperate Age; and the forthcoming A Is for Atheist, B Is for Buddhist. Ray blogs at newnewlimingablues.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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A Wish Come True – A Poem by Lynn White

A Wish Come True

When he was very young
he was told that if he wished hard enough,
his wish would come true.
Later,
much too late,
he was told to be careful of his wishes,
that sometimes they came true
and were regretted.
He often thought back to the tricycle,
to how he tried to ride it over too rough ground
and learned that even the most stable of things
can topple
and result in calamity.
He no longer makes wishes
now
he knows.

 

 

About the Poet:  Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. Her poem ‘A Rose For Gaza’ was shortlisted for the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition 2014. This and many other poems, have been widely published, in recent anthologies such as – ‘Alice In Wonderland’ by Silver Birch Press, ‘The Border Crossed Us’ from Vagabond Press – and journals such as Apogee, Firewords Quarterly, Pilcrow and Dagger, Indie Soleil, Midnight Circus and Snapdragon.
Find Lynn at: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lynn-White-Poetry/1603675983213077?fref=ts and lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.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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