Poetry: Breakfast 4 Articles

by Katie Finger

Baby, Come Dance With Me. I would like to have breakfast with you. Following a night of intimate entanglement on fresh white sheets. A single brown gerbera sitting prettily in a milk bottle. The gentle sea bree...read more

by Two one three four six six

Toast and beans if you were the predator would dishevelled unkempt people line your larder? And would the larder of more wholesome stuff be lined with healthy lean human meat? Would the planet breakfast on us if it w...read more

by Ronnie Jay

ODE TO OATMEAL On the table See the plastic Pastel platter Standing there: Steaming health-food! In the center Half a teaspoon Milk-mingling Melting marge. Rapt'rous tasting Sugar-sprinkled Dainty spoonful ...read more

by J.T. Nowen

Doctor? Yes, hello. Here is a child that will not eat her toast. I have buttered it. Well no, margarine really. I have jammed it. No, not real jam . . . mostly corn syrup and fruit solids. The very best, of course...read more