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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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Blown Away by Joan McNerney

Blown Away
by Joan McNerney

I’m gonna have lunch with
the sky. It’s been way too
long since we got together.

I’ll run downstairs through
hallways into bursts of blue.
Perhaps never return to work,
words, paper clips, bookshelves.

Who needs cash when there’s
so much green grass to hoard?
Forget about food. I’ll drink up
sunshine, nibbling juicy clouds.

O sky, you are my solar mate.
We will be faithful always.
Come home now…I will
never look at another.

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Camel Saloon Books on Blog, Blueline, 63 channels, Spectrum, and three Bright Spring Press Anthologies. She has been nominated twice for Best of the Net in 2011. Four of her books have been published by fine literary presses. She has recited her work at the National Arts Club, New York City, State University of New York, Oneonta, McNay Art Institute, San Antonio and other distinguished venues. A recent reading was sponsored by the American Academy of Poetry.

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A Trip to the Science Center By Carlton Johnson

A Trip to the Science Center
By Carlton Johnson

Yesterday, you were excavating
with a small horse hair brush
the skull of a T. rex , fangs emerging
As large as your six year old hands
“Here”, you exhorted, ” get some safety glasses and a brush”
So we both moved the tan sand grains
Watching as jaw and eye socket and snout emerged
Splurging on the stillness of the moment
Between sands and hands and inquisitive glances,
The scientific alchemy and a child’s wonder-filled revelry
While sifting through time and space.

Carlton Johnson has worked in a number of different area but mostly
concentrating on a variety of teaching math and science at middle, high school and community colleges. He loves poetry and enjoys having opportunities to read his poetry in public like at the 1st Mondays Poets Group. He is a recent transplant (5 years) to Florida from Baltimore.

Fever in Ivory by Melanie Browne

Fever in Ivory
by Melanie Browne

the partridge rosette that sits on her head,
shredded remnants of spring scattered
across the stonehenge
of her heart,

She doesn’t  pray for
Spring’s  return
like all the others-
instead she sits and waits

her  heart counter to
the precambrian wind,
she is frozen
in time,

like a statue of Mary,
far from Jerusalem,

the hammer of wintertide
colossal clock of winter

 

Melanie Browne is a poet and fiction writer living in Texas. 

From a Child’s Eye View by Shirley Robertson

From a Child’s Eye View
by Shirley Robertson

children don’t notice long lines of traffic
they hear the windshield wipers going doo-roop, doo-roop
they hear the rain dripping
the cars swooshing by
they see semis, much more enormous than dad’s SUV
they see wind tossing leaves across the interstate
the ten red cars passing
they feel the rain tickle their fingers through the open window
they feel the cool, wet air
the damp seats
and are startled to learn that the windows
MUST BE ROLLED UP NOW!

Shirley Robertson is a poet and blogger from St. Louis, Missouri, former editor of The End, a literary magazine, and Morning Coffee, a newsletter.  Her new e-book of short verse and haiku is now available for free download: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/119212

Music of the Spheres by Laurie Corzett

Music of the Spheres
by Laurie Corzett 

In the quiet of the evening
when starlight and peace prevail
a haunting rhythm,
music of the spheres,
comes dancing
embracing fear,
kissing the pain away.
Past twilight I watch the sky
hoping for a shooting star
to swoop down and carry me
far into another lifetime,
where kindly constellations
tell stories of joy and thanksgiving.
The evening star crackles and strains
like an old jazz recording.
Music of another age
written on a mighty, sacred wind
told like Homeric verse
by the wanderers —
heavenly nourishing guides
leading us home.

Laurie Corzett/libramoon
seeking outlet for those crazy thoughtstreams, is always moving into new (or resurrected) projects, including Emerging Visions visionary art ‘zine: http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com — Issue #21: Threshold Revelations invites you to take in trance lucence.

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